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I Saw a Fairy in the Corn Fields

Its dress was striped as if it was pledging allegiance to the wilderness Barren wilderness in the low-country The mouth was agape, in awe of the immeasurable kinds of light and fronds I told it to bury the magic with the stalks A profusion of diamond-nose wind, crusted the tip of my tongue and danced around the edges I remember feeling its corrupted motions of sincerity Magic in me, magic in the Indiana vegetables I couldn’t shake what the creature had given me I studied my breath and posture days on end I wondered if it was watching me, testing me to see if I was worth the power—if I was worth such special strength My ribs were un-matching to it, like the rest of my body I looked like an ape not a gentle pixie Still I waited evermore for a new glow around my skin Time passed and the light never swarmed on me But for a long time I felt Alive (an old friend of mine) marching the heart of my being I remember thinking, how lovely Some magic works

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