once in a blue moon

you find your magick wand

already worn from the previous owner

the handle has a place for your thumb

the tip is rounded and smooth

by this you know

it was left by someone

for you.

Propped up against

a fallen piece of driftwood

the moon lights a path to it.

potion in a bottle

cradled by the sand

lay next to it.

once in a blue moon

something from your thermos speaks to you

Mexicans lurk behind trees

 flying silver goats

cross your path in the night.

A walk in the forest of wands

to no where

the ocean makes a sound

soothing you to melt.

Once in a Blue Moon you make a choice

dissolving everything you thought to know

changing you into who you knew

a long time ago.

the end

AF