I have willed the movement of marbles.
With my mind, I’ve shooed pigeons off steeples,
released a plastic bag from the top branch of an elm,
stilled the barking of dogs,
compelled the cry of a harrier hawk.
But I wasn’t prepared for the gift of increase,
how today, lying flat on my back in a downtown park,
I stopped a parade of cumulus clouds,
and with no additional effort,
impelled the trees, the towering buildings,
to glide weightless across my field of vision.
Assuredly, I felt the continental plate
float beneath me.
This power of evocation and locomotion,
that I’ve regained with age,
a power all children have but lose
when their voices begin to crack,
surely, somewhere, could do some good.