Dionysus and the Reborn Child

A boy sat by a pond dreaming.
Wandered into the forest as if seeming
to be lost; hid inside his own imagined world.
Heart unfurled for no one to see maybe the only place it can be, that way.
dances alone in the reflection of the water's edge.
Solemn decrees, an honorable pledge,
when the trees and spiders and cotton floating
are the only witnesses. Alone an uncoiled magic.
Unspun story spilling anew when the orange glow
of afternoon sinks into the nostrils. Feet cannot
stay still, the earth is the only seat.