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,
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.