A young poet ventured into Wizards one evening past. During his second visit he composed and performed the following poem which he graciously allowed us to publish below. In fine poetic fashion he expressed how we all feel.
Open-Mic Night
~by Marc Rosen
Sitting in a quiet shop
Lit by the soothing combo
Of shaded lamps, tiny light bulbs, and candles
The sound of African drums relaxes my ears
As the mixed scents of tea and incense ease my weary soul.
I close my eyes, and feel it all
The hopes of those who walked through these doors before me
The joy of those who sought guidance here to that place I searched
So blindly to find, for all these years, and I find relief
For they will not have to face my exile, and here, they are home.
I did not come here looking for such things,
Nor did I ever dare to hope such wonders could exist in suburbia,
Yet here I am, and here they are, for the very aura of this place
Is sanctuary for all those seeking to go their way,
And those who would enter cannot help but know,
That once they enter, they, too, are home.
