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Poetry

Miracle

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The single mother
teaching her children
to love themselves
is a miracle.

The grown man
whose inner child
is still alive
is a miracle.

The awkward
teenager
who survives
the factory
of suburbia
with her
individuality
in tact
is a miracle.

The transit
and temporary
nature
of all life
and matter
is a miracle.

The sequence
of letters and
punctuation
placed together
to form a poem
is a miracle.

The native
dance of every
indigenous
culture is
a miracle.

The unseen
force that
holds billions
of tiny particles
together
in the shape of
a human body
is a miracle.

The smell of
a new lover’s
naked shoulder
is a miracle.

Every wrong turn
is a miracle
in disguise.

The tears
that water
the soul like rain
are a miracle.

The wise
and ancient
consciousness
of plants
is a miracle.

The romance
between the flower
and the bee
is a miracle.

The snake
hiding in the grass
is a miracle.

The darkness
is a miracle
as much as
the light.

The blow of
a saxophone
that gives voice
to the gentle
and enthusiastic
human spirit
is a miracle.

The death
that makes space
for new life
is a miracle.

As a fish
who lives
in water
doesn’t know
that she
is wet

so we
forget

that I am
a miracle,
and you,
dear reader,
are too.

James McCrae