you
have wandered
lost
a long time.
The
woods all dark now,
birded
and eyed.
Then
a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.
The
fairy tales warn you:
Do
not go in,
you
who would eat will be eaten.
You
go in. You quicken.
You
want to have feet.
You
want to have eyes.
You
want to have fears.