how to be magic
“that’s right,” she said, I asked, “how to be magic?
no, not magical, but magic itself?”
who brings this unsigned petition to the sun?
who carries the water, dying of thirst, to the moon?
‘tis you who read this, ‘tis you who seek the sky
yet knowing truth an unascertainable thing,
pursue with faith (like a dog), the love of your life
and finding it not, again the heavens you lap.
“so. lesson one. forget everything you know.
lesson two, learn to follow your heart.
section three begins with emptiness.
that’s all,” she said. “what do you mean?” I asked.
“The paper has been torn away after that,”
she said, laughing.
She laughed, damn star! at loss!
It was the end of my belief in rules.
If she could not tell me how to do it,
Then damn all four leaf clovers, damn them all.
And give me instead, the grass in which they grow.
