If it were easy as an apple you would already be
a disciple of Cerunnos.
A bite of sweet flesh, juicy in the mouth
like a woman,
and the veils lift to reveal the gift of the light-
But it’s not a simple thing to walk the slim stray trail
into the deepest wood.
A thousand years of nervous priestly twitch-craft send us
programmatically to our knees,
while Cerunnos stands patiently in the last wild wood.
His horns are magnificent.
You can be, too.