"In Play"

Jason Cole Magnon

"In Play"

What else—what touch, so soft and tender—could

Cause me this capacity to feel the vast expanse unfolding, 

To aggrandize the moments that aggregate eternity?

I see, 

drifting into the abstract ahead of me, a phantom:

A truth that may transcend its own tether

Gives me a glimmering spark of remembrance.

(for the fires are but embers now.)

Arisen, from Earth, from 

Ash and mud and clay, 

The stakes, now higher, have

Lifted and brought me here, to play.