Dictating Authoritative Letters with Ease

  This morning I walked

Down the front stairs, through the foyer

And outside,

With two boys –

One on my hip and One

Trailing thoughtfully behind.

It is more than likely

He was asking me a question

About why we cannot catch the moon,

Or perhaps pretending

To be a dinosaur or a grown man-

Discerning, analyzing

And dictating

Authoritative letters with ease.

I nod my head and smile

Thoughtlessly,

Preoccupied with the inconsequential nonsense

That commonly clouds my vision.

But when I am present,

I call them both, and You,

The Miracles that made me whole.

Your presence on the scene

A gasp of air after stretched submersion,

A lifelong cripple suddenly

Bounding all over Creation.

As if a painter,

Previously engrossed in grays,

Finally dragged his brush

With brilliant reds and deep blues

Across a canvas, unashamed.

Look! There it is!

A color more spectacular than the last;

A peculiar detail that’s strangely familiar;

And a world we might’ve known

Had it not been this one-

This wildly beautiful,

Upside down and clumsy,

Overflowing with joy

World.