very soon I am climbing the ladder again, to visit the moon
and the horses that turn round
and round and round.
I have to wait for the hour.
the very hour.
I have to wait for the day.
must be a thursday.
gold and red and blue
each step up the ladder will echo
all the way into the cave,
the well I will descend into when I return. if I return.
photo courtesy by margo
