In this year I have tried to be especially open to discovery. I have endeavoured to be curious. In so doing, in experiencing new, in being changed, I might try to explain it, in order to share it. But then in the explanation of something remarkable, there is inevitably the use of the adjective: ‘amazing, wonderful, magical etc’. And those words are only somewhat useful due to their prolific overuse. So instead (ironically) I have taken more words in the form of a poem in an attempt to describe something without depleting it.

If I said magical 
you may think of Disney 
or witchery 

If I said magical 
it may conjure up constructs 

If I said magical 
your mind may consider 
fairies or a vista 

If I said magical 
it may conjure up memories 

yours 
precious 

In calling this magical,
in describing this to you,
I risk inadvertently 
stealing from both of us.
Clumsily applying words 
to encapsulate what was, 
what has been.

Like trying to hold the morning light 
in a jar,
or the late afternoon sun in a pocket.