‘what do you need?’, I ask
‘a miracle’, you answer
your eyes drop
you look away
ashamed of feeling powerless
and so you never notice the sparkles and glow in the air around me
as you utter
the word
miracle
writer, poet, philosopher
‘what do you need?’, I ask
‘a miracle’, you answer
your eyes drop
you look away
ashamed of feeling powerless
and so you never notice the sparkles and glow in the air around me
as you utter
the word
miracle
we are children of a disconnected world
picking wings of butterflies
fascinated by their beauty
surprised when they die
but not guilt-ridden – they had it coming!
why else would they be pretty?
and after all, they landed in our hands…
I wish you’d contain me
like a balcony railing, so I can stand near the edge and feel free