Friday, July 22, 2011

Here's to the week ending as it always seems to do.

The commonplace miracle:
that so many common miracles take place.

The usual miracles:
invisible dogs barking
in the dead of night.

One of many miracles:
a small and airy cloud
is able to upstage the massive moon.

Several miracles in one:
an alder is reflected in the water
and is reversed from left to right
and grows from crown to root
and never hits bottom
though the water isn't deep.

A run-of-the-mill miracle:
winds mild to moderate
turning gusty in storms.

A miracle in the first place:
cows will be cows.

Next but not least:
just this cherry orchard
from just this cherry pit.

A miracle minus top hat and tails:
fluttering white doves.

A miracle (what else can you call it):
the sun rose today at three fourteen a.m.
and will set tonight at one past eight.

A miracle that's lost on us:
the hand actually has fewer than six fingers
but still it's got more than four.

A miracle, just take a look around:
the inescapable earth.

An extra miracle, extra and ordinary:
the unthinkable
can be thought.

Miracle Fair
Wislawa Szymborska
*for all of you and especially my friend in Poland, have a good weekend.
xo Ro


  1. Oh, this is GOOD.

    Enjoy the miracles all around you, too....

  2. Very good poem - Thanks! Wishing you a wonderful weekend, too!! xoxo

  3. These days a "small and airy cloud" does feel like a small miracle...

    Thank you for the inspiring dose of poetry... Wishing you a cool breeze and inspired creations for your weekend.