Magic
has a definition that changes
I know because I’ve seen it
There’s magic in the way
snowflakes hover in space
the way they cling to eyelashes
like leaves cling to trees
(We live in a breathing
sentient snow globe
How is that not magical)
There’s something extraordinary
about kisses
and the most incredible one is the sun
against the horizon
as a promise in the morning
to always rise again
no matter how many times it sets
And lightning
bursting across the sky
stripping away the black
tearing open the darkness
just to prove it can
(How remarkable that something so bold
can be so quiet
and so loud)
And the way he looks at me
Like I am magic
like I have stars
and lightning
and suns
and snow
speeding through my veins
and I am terrifying
beautiful
safe
and soft
All at once
And I know there’s magic in the world
because I carry two heartbeats
And that is nothing short of miraculous