A Book Shows Up
and creates a little poem.
Chronicles in
children’s books give
elder beings
few tenterhooks.
Exposed magic
lost on a child
comes back to play
when years go wild.
Why was this writ?
Who to inspire?
A book showed up
in time of mire!
A broken pipe
serious wrench
a call for help
a surprise quench.
NOTE: This cryptic poem is just a placeholder for a magic moment experienced during a tough time in adulthood. As a child, I thoroughly believed in every magic moment offered to me as I read books. But…when a plumber showed up and offered me the book he’d written, and then fixed a serious issue with a pipe, I started to believe in magic again. As I wrote this and searched for an appropriate photo, the one I pulled out of the file just happened to be the one of the butterfly that followed me around in a way that was “statistically impossible” at the birthplace of Nicola Tesla.
Thank you for reading…may you too find a way to keep believing in magic.
