"Probably Magic" ~ Inspired by Pat Roddy
by: Bridget
You float across the stage,
every motion fluid and smooth as ripples in a pond,
Making the trotting of unicorns on their silver hooves seem fitful and false,
Until the music changes and you come back to earth,
Each step crisp, sharp, and powerful as if cut from glass,
Daring me to come closer,
commanding the rest to stay back lest they be cut,
Holding all of us captive in our seats,
mesmerized with the power of it all.
It was over before we knew it began;
memories in place where sensations never were,
But whatever happened was amazing for sure,
Because the rhythmic sound of your footfalls haunts me still.
Every time I hear the music,
I'm brought back to where I was,
where you were,
And I ask myself what captured me that night that makes me feel this way.
Probably nothing. Probably magic.
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