Sometimes you wake up and you’re alive
and it’s such a wonder it practically knocks you out again.
Sometimes you get up and go, and by the bottom of the stairs
you’re overwhelmed by the miracle of knees.
Every once in a while you’re hit with a bombast of beauty
or forgiveness, the way breath is given,
the way this shadow holds the stone in its hands,
the way someone sees a light they had resolved to miss.
You step outside and you want to cry to the birds,
“Hey you guys!” and they’re in the trees nodding
“Yeah, we know, we know.”
Sometimes it seems the world and its miracles
needs a flock of exclamation points.
And the thing is, the most amazing thing
hasn’t even happened yet.