Photography by Ange Harper Model: The Druidess Of Midian
Walk down the path into the woods.
You don’t need a lantern, you don’t need light.
You’ve been here before and so have I.
In my hands I have stars, fish, water, air.
I have three wishes and three stories to tell.
I know you can hear me.
You hear me every night when the branches scrape across the window,
when the dog asks to be let out, when your heart beats too fast.
Look in the mirror, look at the palm of your hand,
look at the black dresses hanging in the closet.
Walk out the door, you don’t need a key or a map.
There are no directions, and anyway, you’re already there.
