This poem was written in the first couple of weeks after I met Dónall and it's based on my mishearing of the word 'modulation' - the word he used for the easy transmuting of one mode, one mood, into another, which the two of us experienced in our communicaions with each other. br br I think my new word, 'magellation' means the magic of easy communication though words and touch, which we have found with each other from the start. This is the poem: br br br Last week I met a magic man. br br I believe he knows: br br How the world turns; br Why the wind is purple; br Where the clouds are blowing br In the high places. br br I know he knows: br br How I need br What I need; br Where I need it; br And br When I want br What I want; br And why I want it.. br br When I ask him br How he works his sorcery, br He says: br 'Magellation, dear love, br Magellation....' br br And magellation makes the world go round, they say.....