My inner maze has blocked both ways;
I am cabin-fevered with sameness.
Myth would have it the goddess
is sitting cross-legged at my threshold.
If I am to dislodge her,
I need to loosen, undo, untie
fling open winter-shut doors and windows,
let in fresh air and sunlight.
But my courage and the goddess
have developed an inverse
symbiosis. I can have one
or the other, but not both at once.