The Magic of What Might Happen

photo by Amy Thompson

Magic is the moment—

…when match approaches wood

…when God looks at the oceans, tugs on his beard, scratches his head, and says hmm

…when consciousness is one…and desires to become many

…when the table is being set, and the guests’ footsteps approach

…when the cellist arranges her dress, and picks up the bow

…when the blogger’s mouse glides towards “new post”

…when the photographer slides in a fresh memory card

…when the runner laces up his shoes

…when the writer picks up her pen

…when the mission is not to accomplish, but an inclination to create

I see you

you get it

you’re with me so far

now I make my case—

the magic has already happened

it has already taken place

magic is neither worlds created,

nor fires stoked

magic is neither photos snapped,

nor races won

magic rules the ephemeral, nearly imperceptible moment—

…before the stars collide