Inspired by a line
from a poem by Robert Bly, “It’s As If Someone Else Is with Me”: I am here,
somewhere near the edge of life
Who could not believe in magic
walking on a misty morning?
Jewels hang, diamonds, from every bare branch.
The pines, proud in their winter green, sparkle,
each needle adorned with light on this gray day.
The bite of winter air, the mist hitting my cheeks,
gentle as feathers, stimulates me.
I am fully alive and magic everywhere I turn
in this thin space, somewhere near the edge of life,
somewhere I know, yet meet anew today.