The Simple Miracle

“We talked about miracles. Not levitating, not walking through walls, but taking the dog for a walk, or offering chunks of Parmesan cheese to a visitor.” – from The Old Woman of Pagazzano

I could not sit still
Could not sit,
Still, I could jerk my head
Argue with the air
Pound my palms on the table
Dishonor my better inclinations
Over politics, the state of the world
People who pick at me daily
Test my patience, my compassion
Or touch my heart
Worrying me to finally care

The simple miracle –
We want it to be
A moment of clarity and peace
A solution, a salvation
But the truth is
Sometimes it is gall in the throat
A harsh word, a flung turd
A human reaction
To a Titan’s dilemma