He Asks Me If Fairies Are Real
by Deidre Braley
HE ASKS ME IF FAIRIES ARE REAL
So yes:
what if fairies are real?
Who am I
to snub magic
before a crouching
child, in whose hands
fistfuls of flowers and
moss come to
dangle, an earthen offering
of shelter
for the lost nymphs
and dryads
of the forest
beside our home?
Maybe childhood
is not the lie
and adulthood
not the license to
kill [wonder]
and though we’ve been taught
to look to those
before us, when at long last
our wizened heads become
the eldest, we’ll have no one
to look to but the children
and then we’ll let them
mentor us
in the ways of fantasy
and solemn
compassion
and in this fashion
we’ll return to Eden,
to the truest
creation
where reason and
the science of logic
are just outdated currencies
of a bygone era
and where those who can still be enchanted
will reign.
So yes:
who am I to say
whether fairies are real?