Magic

The world is filled with magic

It is a truly magical place.

Wonder and enchantment abound

it is the fabric of our existence.

Yet we strive in the most arduous ways

to ignore this

we cannot comprehend what created

our reality with its order and predictability

this illusion is profound

the reality is ephemeral

Without the unpredictability

that exists in every moment

as the future arrives and time bends

life would not exist, magic would disappear

Some magic can be observed

most cannot

It’s there before our eyes

though they fail us and trick us

Our carbon based neutrons, electrons and quarks

observe as best they can

but we are forced to choose

between

 strongly felt contradictory thoughts held concurrently

without either being correct or being incorrect

Yet we strive to make the choice.

We accept both outcomes, though

One must be wrong

ambivalence with conviction.

go to your magical place

observe

and enjoy the moment

Moon Poems

Moon Child

Your beauty lies in reflected light, that lovers do embrace

tethered to your mother's breast, always in your place.

As you wax and wane,
I feel your pain

of yearning to let go.

Flying to the Moon

a feat so few will know

escaping to another world

from the hectic one below.

A cool and reflective place

to while away the years,

yet longing to see your face

and wipe away my tears

Moonlight

The moon shone in my skylight just the other night,

A bright blue stream of mysterious soft milky light.

It formed a perfect door projected on my wall,

so I opened up the portal, and wandered down the hall.

I could not find the footprints to get me back in bed

so if you hear some knocking, and soft whispers in your head,

throw open all your shades and let the lunar light walk in.

Haiku

Lace lichen hangs nets
passing fog turns to water
trees bow and whisper