Miracles
Today I saw a lotus blossom
Whole and perfect
Resting on the cracked
And broken pavement
As though in an etched-bronze bowl.
I saw a feather in my path,
Lush and filmy, the trim on a lover's robe.
I saw the sun as it glowed
Through half-hidden yew berries.
I did not touch them;
They were not mine.
But miracles are so rare
We must treasure the small ones.