Magician

I cannot say that I know much of magic

Only that when the wind blows at night

And the sound of my quivering in the night

Unlooked for rhythms sunder the tears from my eyes

And I wonder why I held them there for lifetimes (perhaps) 

The book of knowledge opened just a crack

As if the only price I ever had to pay

To bring the magic back

Is a lot of little moments making myself real again

Is the potent depth of my ignorant, stubborn prayer

That summons rolling thunder from my soul, finally

Like legions of ancestors and angels in unison

Urging a single word to form from my lips the logos

Open!