They say there’s no such thing as magic.
That everything can be explained
By college textbooks
And nature documentaries
But
What do you call the swell
Of my heart when the
Sun peeks over the hills
Blanketed in dew?
Is there a scientific explanation
For how wide my eyes are
After three hours in the Met?
Can you explain
What runs through my mind
When I dive headfirst
Into water so clear and cold
That it erases my mind?
Tell me that you don’t believe in magic then.