A More Magical Time

 A More Magical Time

(“How sweet is the taste of your instructions-sweeter even than honey!” Psalm 119:103)

What if we focus on the magic,
what if we run for the fun of it,
what if we write our way healing,
what if we create from the middle of earth
upwards?
What if we let the seasons slide by in their time,
what if we planted more honeysuckle and snapdragons?

The schoolboy’s objective was always the same,
to walk the
three blocks to school
and pick a blossom from the neighbor’s
overgrown garden and suck the nectar from
the stem.
Another friend had taught him where to find
the sweetness
and he never passed by without a tiny taste
of morning.

What if we danced at the pow-wows,
what if we tore pieces of frybread to share,
what if we learned the ancient languages,
what if we create from eyeline to sightline
in tempo?
What if we love the cultures we stumble upon,
what if we burned more sage and drank more wine?

The young man’s objective was always the same,
to find the footing
and join the round-dance
when “all tribes” was called. No one
corrected him (though he knew his feet fell
like rusty anchors). They teased him the way
friends and family do
and he smiled larger. He wished he had taken time
to learn from his best friend
the joy of the fancy dance
and the drum songs that moved the earth
to a more magical time.