By Saige Johnson
I long dreamed of what rested
On the other side of the fabled fairy rings
At my grandmother’s house hidden in the lush lawn
abundant brown capped mushrooms
Marked the pathways between their world and mine
I could only dream of what was on the other side
Creatures I could just barely not see
Borrowers or Minish or Memegwesi
Lilliputians Koroks Spren Sprites Kodama
Guardians of the wild ways of the world
Often only seen by good girls and boys
I yearned to travel the fey marked paths
Journey on an incredible adventure of my own
Despite warnings read in my fantastical tomes
I’d eagerly jump into each fungi-formed ring
Plagued by disappointment when my surroundings
Remained of my own earthen realm
I wonder now, years later
If I’d still step into something new
Start afresh along another avenue
To escape my current trajectory
I do not think that I would
Mind you my hope in such fantasies remains the same
But rather I have found some semblance of satisfaction
A desire and connection to my new home
And while I am more than content to stay
You may yet see me driven by nostalgia
And childlike wonder I refuse to abandon
Step into the pathways of those who yet remain unseen