It Was An Ordinary Brook Miracle, and: The Gold Table

It Was An Ordinary Brook Miracle

It was an ordinary brook miracle,
a kind of amber colored pool,
that let in some light, not a lot.
It was an ordinary night, with ordinary
words and ordinary people, and ordinary
drawings.
It was an ordinary way of expecting so much,
and what was there was so ordinary
that I had to leave and return home
to my extraordinary
love.

An ordinary brook miracle
is one where a little water
looks really deep.

The Gold Table

Go get on the table,
your first table and make it gold.
Mister Fox, she says,
you've come here to open up the door.
Her favorite word is love,
her favorite sound is springing.
She will know when her time has come.
She will barely hear the word,
not quite trust it.
She will know when her table is gold.
Her daughter says "you never smile."
She says "I am practicing now."