Morning Magic

Maggie Devers

A princess sits at the edge of my bed

Telling fantastical stories,

My sleepy head tripping over the details

But in line with the nuance.

She prattles like a caffeinated sage,

Wisdom seeping out of jumbled phrases,

Bits of stories, weaving together

Her dreams, desires, realities.

It’s all the same,

She speaks her life.