Ordinary Miracles

It is an email (timely)
a sun rise (unexpected)
the call of the ocean, seagulls and whistling seaweeds riding salt breeze
it is a meeting (expected and unexpected)
a visit (somewhere new)
the glass on an elevator at noonday, the city falling away at your feet
the tired flaps of tires on wet gravel
the last rains on your hair as you enter the apartment building
it is every prayer unsaid, unknown, whispered in the secret corners of the soul
as the curtains billow
in the last pitch black hours of a day when nothing stirs
but dreams walk abroad
seeking solace in solitude of
a bum's clumped up sleeping bag (ambsuhed around every street corner)
eyes wide as a toad's.