what do you mean…
IF I AM
a wisher
a liar
and a
magic bean buyer?
Haven’t I been at your fire
for all these many years
reciting while playing
an ancient shell lyre?
Didn’t I play games
of finding rune stones,
painting fish bones, and
giving the faeries names?
And what of the moon cakes
I made - heavy and sweet -
for the spirit owls that flew
to our dream covered feet
on those mystical mornings
when the spiders’ webs
adorned our heads like
silver and diamond tiaras?
I know we have tales to spin.
That’s why I have come in;
to sit with you awhile -
to be with you again.
