Thetis’ Heel

Even gods, though they were born in our own heads, died out to myth. Just as no one can point to the source of the spring or later at sea can say: this is the water from deep in the earth, that flowed from the mountaintops, so is the stream of mortals and gods. About my origins I know nothing. I married the earth, a child grew in me, fell out of me at last, and I babbled: little mutt of mine, I’ll name you, dunk you in invulnerability. He smiled at me, held me tightly by the heel and said mama.