through a child’s eyes

i used to believe in magic

real magic

weird magic

for a very short while

i thought very tiny people

controlled automated toilets and sinks

and it only freaked me out for a second

because my kid brain thought

of course they must be qualified

you’d have to be highly mature

to see all those butts

i believed in technological magic

that windshield wipers could sense

how much rain there was

and that’s why they changed speed

for the record this exists now

these�were�not the kind of things

they were covering on mythbusters

when the tooth fairy was

inadvertently outed

by a fairly traumatic leprechaun incident

in kindergarten

i told my mom

i didn’t want to know about santa

because i wasn’t ready for christmas morning

magic

to go away

i built so many fairy houses

with my best friend

i’m convinced they still inhabit the woods

around her childhood home

we played a game called life

with a grateful dead bear named life

with nothing but bare feet, feral energy

and limitless imagination

.

as we do when we get older

i stopped believing in magic

then i realized as an adult

it still exists

we just have all these answers now

that make it harder to find

now it is music that touches my soul

that makes me laugh or cry

it exists when i hold the hand

of the person I love

sometimes it exists because science is so cool

sometimes it comes from some nice rocks

and a spell I found on reddit

words create it, art creates it

often it exists in the purity

of a single humans action

because we create it

magic

and since i started seeing it again

i find myself existing, magically

behind the eyes of a child

• Image Acknowledgement: photo of author
• AI Free Acknowledgement: This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI