Scotch mist on toast

Shapes,
drifting leaves?

who believes in the powers
of magic?
I trick my way in
stir the pot
they begin
to chant.

I am
or so it is said
halfway between life
the other half
owned by my beautiful wife
it leads as it will and
I have my fill until
my fortune is set
among stars that are
yet
to be born.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.