Miracle


The lame man who isn’t

At this moment at least

Climbing a steep forest trail

The first time in years

— I saw it with my own eyes

Just another hiker here

Trekking poles in hand

Working his way up over

Tangled roots, thick slippery leaves

— I saw it with my own eyes

The blind girl’s fingers

Tucked snugly into

Her friend’s elbow as

They quickly stride downwards

— I saw it with my own eyes

Perfectly twinned steps

Pass by in a speedy whoosh

Using her own nose ears feet over

Tangled roots, thick slippery leaves

— I saw it with my own eyes

The lame man walks

The blind girl sees.

— I can’t believe my eyes —

I saw it with my own eyes.

Photo credit: author’s photo
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