I don’t know where magic is
or what it does.
Do green shoots sprout organically
or does the green lady cast a growing spell?
Do trolls know instinctively which questions to ask
or does a magic stone gift the knowledge?
Do fairies exist because of magic
or does magic exist because of fairies?
I don’t know the answers, where magic is
or if it exists,
but the dew that clings to my running, laughing daughter
as she chases some poor robin friend
and the creek sweeping along its destined path
through our backyard
might know something of magic,
of its existence, perhaps, and its power.
