Observing Miracles

On a morning when I wake up                                                           

wanting some kind of miracle

to happen and nothing

in particular 

happens

that's when I try just

to watch that desire

and breathe it away. 

And then this

thought occurs to me:

Maybe you are asking

for the wrong sort.

Maybe you don’t need the

flashy miracles where some

glowing angel appears or

you suddenly can fly or

you can speak to the dead

or predict the future

with or without tea leaves.

No.

Maybe the point is

that miracles

are right here in these

fingers creating meaning

out of little black squiggles

tapped onto a white screen.

Or in a sunflower bigger

than a dinner plate.

Or in a smiling baby

with toes like tiny pink pearls.

Feel the gentle air

expanding your lungs.

Smell the pine trees on a mountain –

just because I write the words.

All of it, every single thing

is miraculous

if you take the time to notice.