The Mundane is Magic

I was rinsing off my paintbrush

when I had the sinking realization

that perhaps all the tiny moments

where I whispered to myself,

"My, what good luck!"

were actually little bits of magic

because maybe real magic is mundane,

it doesn't come bounding in

announcing itself by its full, government name,

instead magic finds a way

to weave itself so seamlessly into our everyday lives

that it goes unnoticed in that normalized way

that way where if you were asked,

sure, you're conscious of the odds

and how you beat them in the most surprising ways,

but don't people do that all the time?

What if magic is happening every millisecond?

Each time a cell splits in mitosis,

every new hair growing on your head,

every single spider baby pouring from one egg,

maybe that's all magic.

Who's to say it's not?