Making Magic

Fiddling around with words

I move words on a page
Webpage or printer paper
Notebook paper or construction
It matters not

I move words with my hands
Not with pencil or pen or marker
But like a magician
I rearrange letters and position words by touch
Like they are three dimensional pieces of clay
And they obey my hand’s commands

I pick letters and words up
Right off a page
Put them in their proper places
Like redecorating a room
‘Til everything is just so
Put the pieces of a puzzle together
‘Til I have one finished piece that tells an awesome story

I speak
With an entity
Male, female, somewhere in between
Discuss my gift
Help me, please, I say, desperate
And my questions were as a servant
Asking his master what it was he wanted
His wish my command
But words obey my will

I am the magic maker
I gently place the delicate black symbols
Where they are called to be
I know I have magic to make
And that is why I am here

I am a word magician
And I make such magic on a page
Words become reality
I touch them, complete