the visit

the house stands
tucked in a corner
unassuming —

the outside matches
its neighbors
unassuming

but when you walk
around back
you notice —

fairy touches
every where
here, here, there —

this is a garden
this is a dwelling
this is a home

light sparkles on branches
catches on rocks, stones
makes itself at home —

who lives here? almost human
a little dash of magic
here and there (and here, and there)

you might be shocked
the wilds are certain
they own the place —

and they do. when chickadee
calls, he says, you’re standing in my room
please move, please move, please —

so you shift, the light shifts
the wind shifts. smiles
play on the breeze: your home

is a resting place
is a magic circle, a dome
is a rare extra layer of home —

26 november 2021