Sita

Then I drank ambrosia 

From the cup of want.

And wandering in fields and farms

And hearth and home.

I met giants and trolls, goblins and gnomes;

I taught them egregious chants.

 

The recalcitrant earth

Her belly now opens 

Welcomes back her child of the soil,

Her embrace warmer 

Then the pious fire.

The promise of a cavernous existence

I circumvent the moment of my birth.