Apollon touched me once; I don’t know why.
A cool breeze on the back of my neck,
on a hot day; the hairs stood up, there
where he touched me. The breath of a god
on the back of your neck will chill you,
will stop you, as you’re walking down
the street. Who is that? you ask yourself
What just happened?
Apollo is a god of light, but not a god
of heat; he illumines without burning.
He shoots from afar, the Greeks said,
he and his sister Artemis. He doesn’t have
to come close to touch you; you will not
see where the arrow comes from, or
who it was that spoke. Only the clouds
will suddenly clear, the sun will be
visible, and you will feel, not warm,