She is Magic


She walks across the globe

with billion-year-old cosmic ash

under her feet.

Though she is merely a speck,

she somehow holds the enormity of the Milky Way

behind her eyes

and the wisdom of the universe

between her ears.

She is consciousness with a human heart

that refuses to be contained

between flesh and bone and time and space.

Instead, it stretches galaxies –

bridging light years, black holes and twirling nebulas.

She is nothing.

Only woven dust and wonder.

Yet she is everything –

divine and limitless.

She is magic.