In the height of it all she sees the horizon for the first time after emerging from the underworld, the one she dragged you into.

I am the truth, a seeker, with words lined up like the sharp arrows on Neptune’s trident. I sharpen my tongue on his steel blade and submerge alongside him, waiting to come up for air…

…she rests on her knees and decides she’ll build her home here. Here, he’ll come up for air.

She starts gathering laurel leaves and places them in a bowl to dry. Later she’ll weave them. She’ll crown him at the games they’ll play while chasing the moon.

Balancing the lull of the tide with the waves inside her, she stops to watch her reflection ripple.

She sets her sextant on a rock, no longer needing to navigate the course ahead of her.

She trails her fingers across the sand…

Holding time the way he showed her, with a distance pointing north, she set a constellation down beside her.