I watched once the making of magic
The sound of it came tapping at my dreams
I tiptoed to the rhythm
Peeking through a slice of light
She stood with a force that could silence the sea
Black fabric ragdoll pierced over and over
Metal to wood again and again
My heart swirled adrift in her sea
I so small she at least fifty foot tall
My shadow and I disappear into the darkness frozen
Grandmother in her secrets room releasing life
Belly split open top to bottom
Hidden I watched as all the world spilled forth from the ragdoll wound
Dreadlocks the color of earth danced upon her head
As she sang into the world the creation of green and red
Complements pulled from her caldron of rusting nails bones and blood
The spell dangled from her tong just out of ears reach
Loud enough for me to know to go
Retracing my steps from memory
Slipping back between sheets
Sleep replaced by wonder dreams of magic awakened me
My grandmother the witch, me her boy in between
Her magic my protection meant only for the two of us to see
I watched once the making of magic
My life, the dream that is dreaming me.