Routine miracles

All the routine

Miracles I walk by

Each day

As I walk

In Kings Park.

Of life twisting

Its way

Through the dusty

Through the dry

Of sunlight

Become leaves

Towering trunks.

Of the rain that

Blessed this land

Overnight and that

Thunder that

Rolled forth

Unexpected

As I slept.

Of the birds that

Screech above

Going places

They only know

And for reason

Sultry joy

Of the soaring.

Of the day

Bursting forth as

Another upon

The other

Of the blue sky

Clouded here

And there.

Of the air

Enfolding and

Filling, 

Bringing life

To all that

Share it.

One source and
One life and
One living.