Witchy

She pulls a mustard seed pack from her boot.
She says, “Here, I offer to you eye of newt!”

She cackles wildly & pulls at her hair.
Some shed in her hand. She said, “Add this there!”

Now, between us stood an ancient cauldron.
We two stood there matriarch & godson.

We threw in photos, herbs & clasped our hands.
Everything melted into rippling bands.

The garden around us grew lush & tall.
When asked how we did it, “Just lucky…that’s all.”