Breath dwindles in the air.
Breathing hard,
running strong,
I bound to the
bamboo rods, growing tall
to the sky and think
Hermes could lend his
shoes for just a
second.
But it already seems like I'm flying, perhaps like
Daedalus.
I reach the
bamboo and tug with
all my strength, but
I need something more powerful than
strength--wisdom.
My eyes brighten as
Athene answers my call and
I strategically twist the bamboo at the
roots and it
breaks
free.
I grasp the rod and now show power as
Ares does, my eyes burning with
passion.
I scramble up the ladder of the
tree house fort I look upon as
Mt. Olympus, and
thrust the rod to the gray skies and
yell so the gods can hear me.
Zeus flashes the sky and soon
pelts me with water and I
smile because I know
Greek mythology
still
rains.
