Magic

I know it exists beause I work so hard to avoid it. There it sits, just around every corner. I clear my throat, shift my eyes, just in time not to see it. I sense its inviting presence in the dark. I am quick to sleep, to avoid it. I met magic first in a high desert town. It cordially invited me to join it. Taken back by the frankness of its intent, I begged for more time to think on it. Twice more I pled for more time when I realized the costs could not be paid lightly. An easy choice! Let loose of the prosaic, the expected, the dull, the anchors of a life led safely. It sits, impatiantly flicks its tail and waits. And I procrastinate.