We were laughing
at vicious rabbits and foolish knights
and thousands of little buglike lights
when you grabbed my hand
and said, in that voice you reserved for the fun and the dead,
"let's go on an adventure."
out of the house
as twilight touched the trees
and we ducked under the boughs and the bees
no birds sang
and no bats swooped
"come see my hiding place,"
and i wondered
what you were hiding.
we tumbled past the tree i'd never seen
me full of wonder and you full of spleen
early summer falling fast fled with us
to the secret alcove
a little more than a semicircle of trees
dandelions growing where they shouldn't be
and i remembered what you said about the fairies
"this is so pretty," i said, staring at the not-quite-grove
and you smiled, "i know"
"this," i asked, "is where you go
when you say you're walking?"
or the ditch in the field
next to the road"
and i remembered what i thought about the forests
tumbling like ninjas
running like leopards
it didn't matter anymore
time left us behind
and like five-year-olds hiding behind no lies
everything was new to our eyes
that fresh scent of new fabric and endless summer nights
everything anything we soared to new heights
make-believe was make-to-be
and imagination was half of creation
that day we revisited
that we create as we spoke
and as we saw, it became
and I remembered what you said about the fairies
and the plates you left out for them:
with flowers and buds still green
crimson, mostly, and a few pink rose petals
for variety, you said
with white mums to top them off;
with leaves and crushed autumn flowers;
both kinds, with "garden weeds"
of the yellow and puffy white variety
(I think about this as I stand in dandelion snow)
(impromptu photo shoots or fae rituals? who knows.)
we tumble back
graceful like gazelles or gorillas, depending on who you ask
like the children we were
like the children we are
and i remembered what i thought about the forests;
that i would love to regress into green
dance in the trees, not care if I was crazy
and i remembered what they told us about changelings;
i think that we
not quite here and not quite there.
and everyone was one one
yes, everyone was us once
but the difference is
and i remember what i told you when we were little,
that the girls rode off with swords and the boys stayed home with the dollies,
that the queens and kings plotted equally viciously,
and that good didn't always win
but evil always wore the best dress
and you played tannis and i played sevilla
but only sometimes.
and i remember
don't ever let this die
this sorcerer summer
that we know
what we're doing.
don't ever let this child die
because i remember
what you said
about the fairies.