Magic

If indeed there is any magic in this world,
it’s tucked inside fireflies and rainbows,
echoes and shimmering mirages.

In the morning, some of it adorns
the silk of spider webs.                      
It mixes with evening mist upon a lake
that swirls and dances into place
from higher lands, whispering,

"What lies beyond,

farther to the west,

or distant east?”

Magic lies still, waiting on the ground.
It hopes that you will look
through eyes prepared to find
and a full expectant heart.

Surely it is there
when one of us finds the other.