Which title? Any thoughts, welcome.
God Is in the Details (or Common Miracles)
Am I making too much of the common,
the ordinary?
Every day, they pop out of nowhere:
ditch lilies, floorboards creaking,
short-handled broom, a haunting afterthought,
a somersault.
The builders across the river
tap and hammer near the far bank.
I clink a spoon against a cup.
Call me old or dysfunctional,
but wherever I look and listen,
miracles
come this way
in the form of music, salt,
elbows, talk, poetry, a baby.
Then there's breath
and fancydancing
going on inside my body,
cells galloping like wild horses
to finger snaps.
God Is in the Details (or Common Miracles)
Am I making too much of the common,
the ordinary?
Every day, they pop out of nowhere:
ditch lilies, floorboards creaking,
short-handled broom, a haunting afterthought,
a somersault.
The builders across the river
tap and hammer near the far bank.
I clink a spoon against a cup.
Call me old or dysfunctional,
but wherever I look and listen,
miracles
come this way
in the form of music, salt,
elbows, talk, poetry, a baby.
Then there's breath
and fancydancing
going on inside my body,
cells galloping like wild horses
to finger snaps.