The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Kareem Tayyar

Boy Wonder

It was on days like this when,

As a child,

I believed the fairies came out,

Emerging from their forest bowers and ocean coves to fly low above the rooftops,

Their presence meant to direct the wind and the rain where to go,

And where not to,

So that the trees would bend but not break,

The roads would slick but not flood,

Everything shining,

The streetlights on asphalt,

The headlights through fog,

And all of us,

Child and driver and mother and poet,

Would know that what was washed away—

Sunlight and flower,

Footprints and color—

Would someday return.