Each Step
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

After awhile, miracles lose their sense
of the miraculous, which is, in itself, a kind of miracle.

What will be delegated as reality today?
Will the lamb you carry in your heart turn

into a lion? As it is, we walk with birds tied
to our wrists, and the wind’s voice

is inconsistent, and shadows puzzle the road.
But Ray, each step counts as a goodness.