Sprite (Poetry)

I am a creature of light
                        and of air
I need neither substance
                        nor breath
imagined or conjured
                        I come from elsewhere —
those regions between
                        life and death

There are some who deny me
while others might spy me
                        then shake themselves in disbelief —
those sly alcoholics
who witness my frolics
                        swear blind I’m a figment of grief

I am a spirit — no blood
                        and no bone
no flesh — so there’s nothing
                                to catch
I am inter-dimensional —
                        true multi-zone
and I flare like the strike
                                of a match