my
fairy tale
a small world of the crawling creatures
beneath my feet, my
first fairy tale.
it was a gift beyond my wants, my needs,
beyond my grasp. I was only 3 back then,
when I discovered the ants’ colony.
in time,
it become a memory trap,
setting me up for a lifelong quest,
in search of a
fairy tale,
I remember exists.
I have found, apples by the apple tree,
some ripe, some not,
water in the valley, snow on the mountain top,
….demises and rises.
many things I ran after: stalked a bird,
in the sky, feather
by feather,
set the traps by my
bed, never caught
a dream , not even a
shadow
I keep an inventory for what it was,
the ants’ colony on the larger scale…
lately, I don’t pick apples and don’t
chase birds,
I let my dreams roam wild and free…
the world, from the
corner of my eyes,
is a heartbeat, a breath
…untouchable. my fairy tale
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