Where is the magic?

Where is the magic?

Is it in the past?
Lost forever
Spilled milk seeping into the carpet 
Never to be tasted again

Or is the magic 
In the future?
A shiny snapshot in our mind
That promises 
Permanent bliss

Is the present moment 
Just grey boredom?
Saltine crackers
And watery soup?

Or is there magic here, too?

Mary Oliver once asked herself
"Have I admired sufficiently, 
the little hurricane 
Of the hummingbird?"

It's high time 
We find
These kinds 
Of questions
For ourselves

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