Crystal Door

A young child looked in the mirror,
He saw a child looking back.
Love overflowed though that mirror,
and the child felt his heart crack.

Nobody saw him like that before,
a world behind that crystal door,
a person on the other side,
that felt what he felt, & then he cried.

He knew he could not be a man.
He was not sad, but happy.
Man no longer happened to him.
Man was something that life happened.
& life happened him to not be one.

He just didn’t know it yet,
of the not-man that could be,
of the ain’t-her that might,
& of course of the fae that is.

And he knew that all it would take was to be.

To sit in the shade of the pine trees on a warm summer morning.
To eat an apple by a stream.
To walk til there was no path left,
then keep walking into the great unknown,
For the greatest path remains unwalked!

& when he went to bed @ night,
he closed his eyes,
& he saw me in the mirror.
I’d been waiting to find him.
& he’d been waiting to find me.

I think I can take care of him.
I hope that I’m enough.
I love that little boy.
More than most things.
I want that child to be safe & loved.

So I dusted out my heart. I made space for him to move in.
A fresh room, with a window over the bay.
“Just for you, my dear.” I say.
He looks @ me with all the imagination in the world, then climbs into bed, & drifts off to sleep.