Once upon a time I visited Hades
Just for a week, something like that.
I don't quite remember how I found the way down.
And I was supposed to be a prisoner of course
No one wants to be confined. I didn't.

But I was fed. Reassured, I signed the forms, still woozy,
And frankly then I was somewhat ignored
but there is so much unexpected liberty in captivity
If it's the cage you yourself have chosen
And that made all the difference. So I rested.

I planted grains there, buckwheat, barley, arborio
Knowing I'd return to spring soon, also knowing now
That hell is temporary, that it just happens sometimes
That my mind is sometimes lost and found again
like a train of thought, or an acquaintance's name

And then I left. I've been back to the underworld
Here and there throughout the years,
when I needed or wanted to visit with my demons.
But I don't need to stay- I just harvest what I've been growing,
Nourish myself, rest a bit, replant, wave to Hades. And go home.