What’s miracle? Not water

turned into wine but wine

turning back into water,
that which was a great

distance away returning
of its own accord;

that which we most feared
to lose, appearing motionless

though set in flight, so buoyant now
above the roofs and rooted stones.


In response to Via Negativa: My Dream About Learning to Dance.

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