tiny drops miracles

White plumage with a long curved neck
wide spread wings rising from the pond
“Swan”, said the mother of the girl
standing next to me.

An angel held my hand, counted
beating of my heart in the hospital
I stayed for 2 nights with high fever.

Walking the community garden
I felt quiet movements of the earth
seeds urging to sprout
restoring search for light.

Leaping through a book
words read like butterflies
fusing reverie and meaning
turning to the next page
a landscape, sunny and whistling,
snow and rain,
tiny drops of miracles.

note: I started reading Just Kids by Patti Smith where I found the swan.

photo: The Little Library along the sidewalk where I walk leading to the river.IMG_0141

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