Isn’t everyone
his own Daedalus,
her own Theseus?

Inventor of labyrinth—
and victim.

What you think
you cannot say
you hear snorting
down the muddle.

The agile
somersault their minotaurs,
but those who lack agonistics
must slay the brute.

No slant to sword.

And once the beast
is played or splayed,
you take up the line—

that simple thread
which led you on
now winds back
to your beginnings

where your hand first held
that golden ball
of thread.