Hey there.
The poem I'm going to share with you today is about hope and magic.
Super New Moon by Christy Cerullo Tonight the moon is hiding,
Dipped shyly behind its veil.
But before it peeks back out again,
It has something to say.
Something it's been waiting these many years to whisper into my ear.
Just a single note,
A passing thought that might otherwise be lost in the wind.
But because I have spent millennia learning to listen,
I feel it drop into my chest like a penny in a wishing well.
Since the days all feel the same,
I think about a distant future,
Where my features may have changed,
But not so much that my name is not my own.
I walk through my house and neighborhood and universe with ease,
And everything I see holds magic within it.
I pull up my carpets and ride them to foreign shores,
Tracing palm lines on the skin of the earth.
All of my glasses are crystal balls,
And all show happy miracles in their depths.
The street lamps shine like stars and planets I read to chart my course,
Whispering spells as I pass each one.
I fall asleep each night expecting alchemy,
And wake to wipe the stardust from my eyes.
In all of my shoes,
Every single pair,
Are ruby slippers ready to bring me closer still to home.
This is not a dream or an impossibility.
This is a reality smashed and buried by a thousand This is a reality smashed and buried by a thousand small disbeliefs.
I set each one on fire and watch a phoenix rise from the ashes,
Stronger and stronger,
More and more fearless.
In this future,
The moon shows its face,
And even this is only a reflection of something brighter and unyielding.
I look at you,
And I don't see eyes and mouth and hands and hurt.
I look at you,
And I see the entirety,
Everything we have been,
And all we are learning to become.
You
