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Apparently a Witch


I am apparently a witch.

Voodoo mom, my children call me.

Balance me, my skeptical son who pleads, by text

by phone or email.

I can’t feel my feet on the ground,

I can’t breath

I can’t see

I can’t stand.

And in the silence in another town,

across the country

across the world.

I hold up

the faceted weight

the mysterious stone;

my amethyst,

or paperclip

on a string

and watch

for a moment

the stealthy circle rise.

And ask the questions I have learnt to ask,

leading straight to the center

where threads tangle

constricted

and the hem

of ebony velvet

folds against the light

And the questions lead,

and I follow

the student, apprentice

scientist

flicking free

fingertips

bound by expectation

Releasing the realm

of set ideas

stark skeletons

against the sky

consciously

expecting anything

consciously

expecting everything.

Listening

just listening

Open to not knowing

The only way in

The only way to

not be blind,

The only way to|

discover

the unimaginable

intricacy

the impossibility

of what is really

happening

here.

I am a witch

a wizard yes,

and this

This is Magic.

#poetry #energymedicine

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