Glitch-Magic

It’s a laughing sort of magic
Where the sky’s where you stand
And you fall up from the ground;
Where you sit beneath the water
and watch the outer-space of air.

It’s a twisting sort of magic,
Twirling Mobius shapes with your bones;
Becoming the size of a blade of grass,
And curl in the air, swimming in a drop of rain.

It’s a wild sort of magic
In your stuttering summersault laugh
Your dance rising endlessly from your knees
Your birdsong singing from the tops of trees.

It’s an amazing magic
That I’m so very glad I’ve met:
The smile you pull out from bits of data
Strung in double-helix Christmas lights,
Switching places with the dull grey day
That was there just a moment ago.