Miracle

One weary leg at a time
Squirms into baggy trousers;

Afterwards he leaps out

From the ledge of August
Into Great-Giving’s Abyss.

Now embodied, half-clothed, emboldened
Somersaulting through space and Summer on this edge of chaos

To penetrate history’s marrow
Where the marriage of bone and tissue,
Departures/Arrivals,

      down
        down
          further
             down

Past childhood’s mischief
And middle-age divorce,

Past illness and death—

Mapless often lost, homewards
Wandering, floundering within
This infinite generosity

Where all belongs
Woven in stillness
Of ‘THANKS’ AND ‘YES’,

And now, here,
For all time

All shall persist.





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