Magical Realism
Beliefs are our compass, bringing to form
A calm, stable day or the eye of a storm
Choices are given each day in this life
To service the good or instigate strife
Oh, we're a mighty and powerful force
As the universe rises ... our ultimate source
We won't get away from this eminent sleuth
Who knows what we want; only, gives us the truth
Oh, what a magical, intricate day
But I'm tired, and honestly, don't want to play
So go on, conspire to give me my due
You'll find me today, on a walk, at the zoo
Copyright © Jean Omalley Polatnick | Year Posted 2015
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