Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously


I learned long ago
that it’s all about magic
and magic is natural

we can pretend

that somehow we control it
but the most we ever do
is conspire with it
observe its dance
watch its ebb and flow
and move to its melody

skip step shuffling
in time
sometimes a beat behind

a communication
where the sweetest flowers
full of nectar

We won’t all be able
to dance together

more’s the pity

but even if we have to
dance apart

we can still admire
the slide of the magic
glistening in each other’s eyes
shimmering down each other’s limbs
flowing around each other’s field
warmed honey
straight from the comb
of sacred bees

(c) RCGA 2015



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