Witchcraft

By

Jackie Lopez

I am struck by the thunder in his eyes.

I am struck by the voice of his soulfulness towards me.

I shall awaken.

I am already starting to see the stars tonight.

Learn your lesson well.

You will be made to account for your playfulness.

It is fun to account for one’s wherewithal:

traveling is my source of enchantment.

I have traveled the emotions of fear, joy, and love.

I have been accosted to no end by fears of disjointed spirits.

Nowadays, it is a miracle to even document such travails

but I do.

I often sit back and watch as my Achilles’ heel is being taken for a ride.

The roller coaster of hope and despair knows me well.

I have traveled along the Nile and other saintly salutary places.

I know to make out as though I am sleeping while my cells dance.

My beloved kisses my pineal gland, and I feel safe in those times.

Now, I am tied to a string of infidelity, but I am not unfaithful.

I converse with the bees and butterflies that have no reason for fluttering about me.

I move in certain circles where I wear my baggage in my eyes.

I have moved mountains and found repose in letters to the editor.

I keep on travelling.

It is a long distance.

It is a great journey.

I know damn well that I am a survivor of witchcraft.

But it is only magic.