Bacchanal

Lashes shudder, leaving trails 
of traceable shadowings.
The moon makes dancing 
more necessary than possible.
If only they knew why 
we ran into the darker  woods,
voices calling eagerly
to one another.
Then they might begin
to lock their doors at night.
Especially now-
might notice the urgent
unrattling, anxious calm
and tip-toe into the basement,
turn off all the lights and pray.
Especially now-
when the moon is full.