Grounded I was my own pixie I floated in nonbeing Above my own head To enter my own body was To enter a battlefield Grown wild, untended But no one noticed No one can see Past the composed dermis Powerful words Whispered with authority Traverse the tunnels of ear To a pixie Floating in nonbeing above my head And pluck the dust from her eyes And she is transported back To the skullcage She sees spots and screams Hands fly up to stranger's features Regard them for the first time After a lifetime. Elana Steingart