Connecting with the Magician

I am the glowing face with the kind eyes

I am the disheveled hair, eyes moist with wonder

I am the meek plain one strategically overlooked

I am the one dolled up, winking with a laugh

I am the bleary eyed and serious, squinting at all the facts

I am the flower on the hill that watches all of it.

I have cabinets full of Persona

and shelves of Selves

I have the lemniscate hovering above my head

and in my heart

and around my soul

and around my soul

and around my soul

equally enamored with gazing at clouds as pebbles on a river bank,

yet I find myself here: table full of tools;

all dressed up

to dance with the void

to summon the divine.

I shake myself off like a dog with a wet coat

and begin my work with a wild laugh

surrender to skill set, surrender to the collaborator

I resurface triumphant and exhausted

empty and ready to nap

Such is the way of Creation.