An
inviting green circle.
She had only intended to stop a moment
and now there were birds nesting in her hair.
A
tempest offered free passage
to those who had forgotten how to bend.
She was
shaken but rested steady.
Then, a worm displaced a few grains of earth
and the possibility tickled.
She
knew that one night soon she would make her move,
and the earth would reshuffle itself for another hand.
Magic insignificance.
