why i believe in faery tales
as the ins and outs of the known universe
as much as or more than quantum mechanics:


not the merest subatomic peasantry, we wish
to be princesses in our universe, little sisters
to those prodigal sons of nature, the black holes

but still there remains an unmeasureable uncertainty
we have feared this since the Big Bang at least:
that we are maidens, left in the forest alone

throught some woodsman's half-hearted kindness
and the soft bloodshed of deer. we fear
the castle is lost in the greater mercy of trees

we do not know now and maybe never will
if we ever come home, if the ending will be glad
the frog prince jumping back down into the well
after the golden ball of the sun

copyright Vicka Rael Corey, 1988-1995

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