Morning Magic

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No music was ever sweeter than

You, clattering around the bathroom

The squeak of the pipe

And that pattering shower

And I still half asleep

In the bedroom

Feel

The everyday magic

Begin once again.

One of my

familiars

Leaps to my hip

And makes it known with her expressive

Eyes and curled

Tail

That it is time to be up

And where is the food?

Ok, Darlin’

I say,

Here I come.

And it is salmon pate

For two.

I sit before my glowing light

To scare away the SAD,

A magic most powerful

And I shower,

Sluicing down my hair and body

While I pray.

Let them be safe.

Let them be healthy.

Let them be happy.

Let them live with ease.

A cup of tea for ritual.

What will the shape of the day be?

I form it as I go along,

Like a sculptor addressing

His marble.

Tap tap journal

Tap tap knit

Tap tap send a text

And while the individual taps

Often reflect the day before

Each day a slightly new

Order

And time

Shape the day.

My fast ends and there’s

Nutrition magic

To keep my body

Fueled for the day.

Then yoga magic

To address the Goddess within

With prayers of

Breath and orientation.

I reach out my magic

To my loved ones,

On the other end of the wire,

Lionel said,

“I just called to say

I love you”

And I write in my blog,

Sometimes with silk,

Sometimes with blood.

And that is

The morning

Everyday

Magic.

12/28/20