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.
