We have become so skeptical, Marcus, that everyday miracles hide from our incredulous eyes, their wonder unfolding in the dark corners that our scorn cannot bring itself to reach.
Then create your own miracles. Look what the sky does with just water and light. Every day. Every moment.
And that the sun now sets in your disbelieving eyes, here, in this moment, is…
A mathematical probability.
But what you choose to make of this melting orange fraction of time is your own private miracle.
trapped in an eddy
the breathless moon
watches itself spin