Lakshmi, Aja, Fortuna, Asase Ya, . . .

Goddesses of every fortune,
Small and close, and far like doom.
You have forged me like a cauldron
In the flame that marries forms.
You have burned me, melted, fused me,
Bent and charred me, left me cold.

Goddesses of every fortune,
Small and close, and far like doom.
You have turned me like a chalice
In the wind that hollows home
Till the grains of sand have pitted
My humilities to air.

Goddesses of every fortune,
Small and close, and far like doom.
You have buried, rusted, rotted
All I needed, like a tomb,
you have moved me like a dancer,
Taught me, freed me — made me room.

Goddesses of every fortune,
Small and close, and far like doom.
You have washed me like a potion
In the rains that have no shore;
You’ve diluted, drenched, and faded,
Drowned me, carried me no more.

you have moved me like a dancer,
Taught me, freed me — made me room,
Goddesses of  every fortune,
Small and close, and far like doom.