what other things? – a poem

carry that tarnished

piece of metal,

the penny which

contained a wish.

a piece of paper

with the words “…love is…”

written upon it,

kept like a spell

hidden inside a book.

the book itself,

a talisman against

the mundane,

its stories read so many times

that pages are beginning

to fall away from its spine.

magic can be so simple,

a mere thought

or significance given

to ordinary objects,

yet they shine

because we think they do,

proof that humans

are capable of

everyday magics and

acts of the extra ordinary.

What other things

shine like stars in your pockets?