Take me to a miracle
I asked of "no one in particular."
Give me a philharmonic in the sky
And a blazing talking bush.
Let me see a ******’s ghost
and a lame man dance a jig.
I’d like to catch the show just once
before I flee this vale of fears!
Then no one in particular chided me
called me “vanity’s clown.”
Still, I tried to call him out
in the realm where words are born.
I thought that if I could crack the code of
how a vision breaks the void.
or how a proud and callous tongue
can raise a sanguine humor
or how a toddler breaks the silence
with his first astounding word,
then I'd topple “no one in particular”
from his lofty station!
But alas I failed to own the source
of a solitary thought or word
or what it means to care or conjure
or why I came to seek a miracle.
A hidden voice from nowhere in particular
gently slaked my feeble pride,
“Surrender to each dawn and dusk;
they're all the miracles you need.”
*December, 2007
Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems
pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com