Other World

On Friday 

I met someone and right away 

the recognition 

puffed out like the 

breath of the dandelion 

hanging in the air between us

like a cloud of motes

drifting with possibility.

You see 

there is a look we all have

in our eyes

the ones who 

traveled here from the 

wonderland of the Fae

who have never fit 

into the mould of life

outside of the green mounds

outside of the glimmering 

halls.

I can always tell

because suddenly it is 

easy to speak

as if my meaning is

threaded through the needle 

of a different kind of language

which draws itself 

through the fabric 

of our connection.

So, my new

otherworldly friend

thank you for telling me

of the wonders 

of the Market Basket

I will think of you

and our shared homeland

until we meet again.