Strange, how things can come about so unexpectedly;
Strange, how friendships can develop so naturally
When masks are accepted to be worn and removed so frequently
When the heat of one’s heart and mind can move so fluidly.
It was like that, when fireflies were pixies, interchangeably;
When bears lived in cottages and ate porridge to beat winter’s lethargy.
While there’s no bottle of potion to bring about invisibility,
Strange, how one can harness the zoom of grown-up anxiety
While watching the treeline fade to darkness, nightly.
It was like that, when I incarnated a pixie, lately,
When invisibility shrouded us from one another, distantly,
While I drank organic gin and elderflower tonic, recently.