A Poem a Day (126): Sprite

Sprite

It’s a joke baked and risen.

I won’t seek to feel it

Or poke it back down

Into the arms of the dark.

I won’t walk to the edge

And stare down below it,

Marvel at misfortune

Or join the baying crowd.

I’ll step away,

Take a trip into day,

A robin my accomplice,

Dreaming all the way

Into a sprite’s welcoming,

Cascading silver blossoms

Swelling the wildflowers

Aching to bloom.

I’ll take this passage,

This trick of time,

This unfathomable slide

Into submergence.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 20, 2020