Ho, Ho Tinkerbell

Photo by Fancycrave on Unsplash

maybe we can only tinker
with life
and never revitalise it,
never get to ride off into the sunset
either

instead

just find ourselves consigned to a long series
of minor adjustments,
instead
simply maintain the rut
like a gutter gone to green

wake to the spectre
of rainbows long since gone to ash
falling
and settling to the earth
like little graveside offerings –

yet on the other hand

I still cling to his robes
and manage to drag him back
just a few steps

defiance
matters

because I know,
I am sure
that a hundred small things
will always become something bigger