Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud
Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now
Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.
Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes
Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature
Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.
Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light
Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster
Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late
Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped
Punished at the speed of thought
As her mental sea exploded with wave after wave
Intensity so high she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth
Nerves fried, she fled into the oblivion of darkness hoping to find relief
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle
It spun and clicked as it began its spell
And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side
Listen close and you might hear grandma
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
So many people together in close proximity
Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd
Covid changed that dynamic greatly
It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart
And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough
Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…
She was so well grounded
That the emotional lightning around her would just fizzle out
And left those around her with a sense of calm
But the smell of drama ozone remained
Letting them know how close they had been to being zapped
Everyone wishes they had a friend like that
Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest
Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too
Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing
So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point
Even though you said no, I…
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