Her eyes are elated moons
peering through tassels of hair-
a zephyr surrounds her
creating a hum
she is
hypnotic in her confident freedom
She leads me
with soft padding steps
through sweet summer grass
to the firm root hills of a tree
where pebbles are laid
in a pattern -miniature monuments
markers of the path
and sacred ground
This is where they live-
we kneel before a structure
like a tiny shinto shrine
whose roof is made of dried leaves
delicately balanced over twigs
‘They are in here’
she pokes her finger into
a burrow under the shrine
reverently revealing the
entrance to the fairies’
realm
Can I see them?
No,
they come out much too early
Are they are a certain color?
No, they are all different colors
and their bellies glow-
only she can see them
Yet I catch a glimpse of them
in her round solemn eyes
browner then the earth
but open as sky
Her unbounded faith
her power to be supernatural
invite me
to be present and feel
the gems of joy
from the breath of her imagination.
