Miracles

By EKPoet

At this moment, the asphalt streets seem to lift up
Into skies of color and air and sound,
Sunlight brilliant as the sight of tomorrow,
Stars resonant as the music of yesterday,
And this world of newspapers and television sets
Rises like a kite up into the wind,
Growing lighter and lighter,
Going further and further,
Until there is nothing left but the string.

The dark shadows of the office buildings of large corperations
Shrink under the brilliance of the rising sun,
After all. The bright stems of goldenrods
Grow tall between the ties of the railroad tracks
And it's incessant right of way.
There is a bird's nest in the cable box
Hanging on the cable television wires.

Somehow, somewhere, a beautiful woman
Delicately combs the fine strands of her hair,
Looking out of the window of the rooms of her apartment
At the tall man on the street who has seen her.

What happens next is a miracle of life.