I think everybody gets one miracle. One miracle per life, so
I might have survived an avalanche; ski-kicking up up up towards the light
or 5 years in a DP camp
or been raised by wolves and featured on PBS.
I might have fallen out of a plane, strapped to a seat; walked 10 days out of an Amazonian rainforest with strange insects hatching eggs under my skin; their larvae tunneling out
gone without food for two months. A hunger strike; a shipwreck.
I might have been trapped under an I-beam, cut my wrist open with a shard of metal
and drunk my own blood until the rescue.
I might have been kept in a basement for a year
Caught a pigeon in the rafters
Tied a note to its foot.
But my miracle was knowing you
all that time
it was you