lost in private meditation
of a life's so secret sins
a penitent's path
crossed that of Artemis
and stopped

the huntress gold and gleaming
with the sheen of runner's sweat
passed by and left
bewildered in
her wake
a question

when the Gods descend and hide in humankind
they come in common clothes
so jogger bra and Lycra shorts
bun-hugger style
should hold no mystery

but why the pilgrim puzzled
from her golden waist
a four inch lavalier, turquoise
danced dangling in her
pierced belly button