What Goes Unseen
What Goes Unseen
A gnome sits by the pantry,
Watching the in’s and out’s of wares,
Thinking how it all may be his.
Meanwhile, the sprites
take over the living-room,
Misplacing and mussing
whatever’s to their fancy for
A quick-kept treasure
Or — with some pride —
To play magic’s jokes
And irk the resident human folks.
Outside in a popping passing
over the lawn and ringing round
The trees, the elves of light
swipe the pants off the darkside types,
Those trickster elves for one,
Who stay busy at their pranks unseen
By humans as they run about half-naked,
Hunting for their stollen leggings.
The fairies flitter from garden
joys to doorways
— their own and ours —
singing the hours
Of folklore they adore,
But, provoking the birds to fly off
And worms to wriggle away,
Thereby whittling their audience
Down to a snoozing clutch of cats curled
Up on the patio’s rocking chair.
The angels stay surveying the scene, needfully
Praying, repeating Eden’s chants, which
Rise in glittering mists straight to heaven
With all matters of the spirit…
Including about the unseen enchanted
Wanting to co-exist in peace with
Humanity’s “fanciful, ever wish-full souls,”
Who are “ever unwilling
To take anything seriously enough
For any of the all in All to endure,
Much less (or more?)
As God does wish.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/15/21
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