Friday, February 19, 2010

Poem: Sensible Magic

Sensible Magic

There is a sensible magic
in a hand, soft, warm and smooth
inside your own;

in a cat's stillness as it waits
for your lap,

in a tender conversation,
late at night, revealing fears
and tenderness at just the right moment;

in comfort food, a warm cup of tea,
the heat of a stove as you pause
in the midst of cooking.

There is sensible magic
in the everyday, a gift, a pause,
a reminder

that all that seems so important
often is not,
and that it is these moments

that linger, indelible
in the heart's memory.


The picture is of a cat I once belonged to. You can click on it for a larger version.



willow said...

Aww. This beauty looks just like my favorite cat, Muff, who has been gone these twenty some years.

There's just something very comforting and domestic about a cat curled up in the warm sunny spot of a chair.

Lyn said...

Wonderful poem..and thank you for reminding me that our days are filled with magic.
Aren't cats enchanted?