there is a magick that is not rooted in the sweet earth
there is a magick that arises from the hearts and minds of the human creature
that is unique to the human creature
just as there is elephant magick
and tiger magick
and orangutan
the unique magick of humans resides much in word-making
the mouthsounds that we imbue with such a wild background of truths
the way we lean on the utterance with perfect trust
the bonds that we create by moving our lungs at exactly the right speed and shaping our lips with exquisite care
this is poetry, people,
people-poetry
the art of our connection to each other and the divine
the way we are driven to share share share all we find
the cloth of family we weave from ‘welcome home’ and ‘i love you’
the tear we feel when one of us goes missing