WHERE IS THE MAGIC IN ME?

Looking for something different
Trying to get my immobility

Remove the discomfort of being stuck

Spending time on the Internet brings nothing

Moved the body to the laundry room

The magic still hiding
Except for a moment in the soap

That temporarily uplifted my senses

Called a friend with Alzheimer’s disease

She talks about that diagnosis with detachment,

Like a tamed good girl who doesn’t want to cause trouble,

As if from outside of herself

And then I realize I was doing to same
Forgetting that

The magic changes, I change, the “where” changes too,

Until I find my heart…

and then I don’t care because

I am the magician.