I forget how magic it all is
This life I take for granted
I see again the wonder of it all through other eyes
The great horned owl who followed me home
The murder of crows over Sedona
Coyotes saluting me at 3 A.M.
And I wonder if you know the magic trailing after you
Like dust trails in a monsoon wind
or the first I time I read Ginsberg.
And I wonder
If you know
that now whenever I taste or smell the subtle hint
I think of hops courage on a first kiss breath