Black capes and white gloves,
top hats and vanishing doves.
Tools of the trade?
Maybe, for some. But
my magicians come
in other guises,
with extraordinary surprises,
into my ordinary world.
The electrician, the plumber, the computer consultant.
They appear, these dears, and I am exultant.
The energies they work with, the connections they make,
may as well be accomplished by the wave of a wand.
Without them I'd surely be woebegone-
in the dark, faucets dripping, with
a computer that keeps crashing or tripping.
Call them by trade names if you must.
What they do is, to me, like…faerie dust-
barely seen, hardly believable. Why,
life without them would be inconceivable.
Magicians may reside in mysterious realms,
cast a spell by illusion, and do it quite well.
Mine live in my world, they tinker and turn,
and do mysterious things I wish I could learn.
For if ever there was magic that I saw,
it was in the work that they did,
and I am in awe.