On Writing

POEM A DAY – August 16

Dropping Miracles

as waves of purple rivered my mind
I discovered that my role in the sky
was not to hover nor witness but to
drop

miracles

grasping them from the milky way
severing them from my heart chambers
(I also discovered I had a surplus within)
drop

miracles

into bodies below me collected in the
hospital, bodies needing a miracle to
die, bodies needing a miracle to live
drop

miracles

from the stars, from my heart into
the suffering, into the mourners
into the nurses, doctors, cleaners
drop

miracles

into every body
whether it
knows it
needs it
or not

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