The Needle’s Eye

I am narrow, can

You fit? I am small, can you

See me? Quietly

I step, observe if

You can. Don’t chase me. I will

Disappear. Just breathe.

Priestess

You’ll never fully

Know her, but in desert

Dry, she is water.

I, your chariot,

Languish in filthy stables,

Await adventure.