How many times have you thought of a friend, only to get a phone call from them later that day? Or had a song run through your head, only to hear it two minutes later on a random playlist?
Or wished you took more time to get back to writing poetry – only to get an email about a poetry/spoken word contest with four days left to enter?
Those so-called coincidences aren’t coincidences at all. They’re the magical connection working in our lives.
And there’s no way in heck I couldn’t respond to the call to poets and spoken word artists for the contest.
The call came from SAACA (Southern Arizona Arts & Cultural Alliance). The theme was “to create an original poem that addresses the importance of Community, Culture, and Art during a time of crisis and social distancing.”
Hopefully my poem covers all of it? If not, it was still cool to get back into the poetry groove. They asked for a written copy of the poem and a video. So I thought I’d share my entry with you. Enjoy!
Magically Connected [Poem]
I didn’t do it.
It was the angels.
The angels of art or
holy spirit or some kind of
hula-dancing muse that has
prompted the art that’s come out of me
during times of darkness – with explosions of light.
I am just a channel.
The same way I do
Reiki or fall into a trance
while tending my garden or
brushing my dog.
We move out of ourselves and into that
place, that place where all is
sacred we’re all connected
a single gold thread in a
plush golden blanket that place where
we’re never alone.
That same spirit, that light, it pulses through
veins it surges through souls it makes
greeting cards for grandmas and books
that write themselves.
That same spirit soars high
inside the heavens yet is working
its magic on earth — we can feel it in
the desert sun and taste it
That same spirit it keeps us eternally
connected through time and space through
anguish and glee through crises and calm through
snowstorms and bad-hair Mondays through
distance and even through