Sunday, October 7, 2012

Magic Is Measurable

Matthew McIntosh tweeted this and alerted me to the blog of a young woman who I never met, Courtney Arthur. She recently died in a bike accident. The whole poem Matthew was referencing is nice
whatever magic is,
it's measurable.  
it's in the metronomic dance of cogs
in your watch,
in the gallop of your hands
on keys.  
it's in batter's
metamorphosis into cake,  
in the zygote's slow unfurl
toward corpsehood.  
it's in the understanding that flowers
in the two cerebellums
of the two people who speak
and see it potted and vased
on the sills in each other's eyes.