Ludlow Fair
Just a mile to Ludlow fair,
a cartwheel ride from here to there.
A guest, I was, but stayed on more,
until the world showed me the door.
The moon held water on that land
and drew me down her cavern halls.
Drenched in heart and head and hand
I fell as snakes convulsed the walls.
Mother, goddess, woman sheltered me-
curved, unconscious, in the round;
forests combed over necklace seas;
I, a constellation, drifted down.
Just a mile to Ludlow fair
but no path leads from here to there.
On moonlit nights I latch the door
and say to you, please stay on more.