Poet of quiet thresholds
Small enchantments for walls, bookshelves, and stillness
Field Notes from Ordinary Magic
For anyone who suspects the world is stranger, softer, and more magical than it first seems.
Giraffes in jacuzzis
are exactly as you’d expect
Necks rising above steam
like questions reaching
for stars
Long eyelashes
half closed
deciding
the world
has been
holding out
on them
Tiny bubbles gather
along knobby knees
while the evening
forgets to hurry
The stars above
laugh softly
winking at
brown and white
Legs akimbo
sink lower
looking impossibly relaxed
for creatures
built to brush the sky
Original poetry by Laura J. Marshall. All rights reserved.