Poem: Every Day Magic

Every Day Magic

Light comes in the windows.
A common occurrence. Daily.
So regular most do not notice.

but for those of us who have lived in darkness,
It is magic.

Every time

About this poem

This morning as the woman I love and I were having coffee, the conversation ranged from thoughtful to nerdy to flirty. As I do, over and over again. I rejoiced in this second chance to have a love I imagined. And from there, I thought about how, when one lives a long stretch of life in struggle or loss, the days with sun and joy never lose their wonder.

It’s gonna be a good day.

Tom

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