127 miracles in: 3am car crash
1000 Miracles In One Day
My brief to myself was to find the moments when something wonderful is happening (if you are looking at it correctly.) More specifically, the moment that can make you aware of wonder, even if it isn't a comfortable feeling, hence the inclusion here of a car accident. The moment itself is usually calm and appreciative, hence a verse also on how easy it is to boil a kettle.
100.
Steam from the kettle spout
Escalates, there are numerous
Reasons not to find sleep
And equating routes to remedy
101.
Because the night obscures
It is a blindfold, because it
Hides things it is devious
In degrees, from imp to demon
102.
Tapping fingers while the
Soothing drink cools in the
Abysmal dreary hours
Steam rises and takes a bow
103.
For this infusion, water
Surges from tap into kettle
The light flicks off when
The water is boiled
104.
Steam and the flickering
Of the digital clock-face
Duet. No other illumination
Or entertainment is required
105.
On the beach, no luminosity
Only from the sound
Of waves on sand-grains
Will you find your way
106.
Chamomile tea moment
Is operational, the body
Feels heavy, the inner
Dialogue skips words
107.
The kitchen switch is clicked
Off, stair light switched
On, turned off. Feet tread
Carefully across to the bed
108.
Sleep denied arrives
To contented gratitude
It takes the baggage
From exhausted limbs
109.
Released, each muscle sighs
True selves crack the shell
Anything can emerge
Unweighted, emulate flight
110.
Sleeping like laughter
Necessary oblivion, the
Negligible density in which
Possibility extends
111.
Night is a conduit
The constellations sparkle
Along it, dreams undrape wings
From it; bird, dragon, metaphorical
112.
Along the washing line
Orbs of lined up ice, dot to dot
Above the path to the field, above
Firewood stacked in a lean-to shed
113.
New mother sits up awake
Turns her head to the cot
The baby is there, it was
Not a dream
114.
Baby in the cot has sleeping
Perfected, mapping the
Known universe, forming
Notions of sensory experience
115.
The airlocks blip, pressure
From the fermentation process
Sugar becomes alcohol and carbon dioxide
Finds a vent
116.
Heart shaped leaves of the
Big houseplant thrive
Cluster over the batches
Of blipping fermenting fruit
117.
Because the roof leaked
The bathroom window is left
Open. New plaster dries, over a
Series of days and nights
118.
All of the toothbrushes, face creams
And flannels are gathered up
In a box in the bedroom, waiting
The plaster gets lighter in patches
119.
Pristine roof tiles reflect
Scattered stars and houselights
Water rolls over them, no more
Rain dripping indoors
120.
On the dual carriageway a tired
Mistake necessitates an ambulance
Everything is blurred, it swirls
Like a Van Gogh sky
121.
It feels like hyperspace
The spin and flash and crunching
Thump of compacting metal, glass
Shattering, the car stops
122.
The car has stopped
Being a car, it has
By measures of velocity
Transitioned to wreckage
123.
Deep-rooted bruises burst
Into flower, cubes of glass
Glint in the revolving blue
Emergency service lights
124.
A list of unusual luck is
Ticked through. Heart beating
Breathing, limbs attached
Toes that wiggle
125.
High-heeled shoes, scuffed
In hand, bare feet on
Cold tarmac feel
Soothed
126.
Music and moments replay
3am on the way home
Smiling, dance sweat
Cooling on silk
127.
Walking is connected
Is feeling the night air
On skin
Is being part of this
100.
Steam from the kettle spout
Escalates, there are numerous
Reasons not to find sleep
And equating routes to remedy
101.
Because the night obscures
It is a blindfold, because it
Hides things it is devious
In degrees, from imp to demon
102.
Tapping fingers while the
Soothing drink cools in the
Abysmal dreary hours
Steam rises and takes a bow
103.
For this infusion, water
Surges from tap into kettle
The light flicks off when
The water is boiled
104.
Steam and the flickering
Of the digital clock-face
Duet. No other illumination
Or entertainment is required
105.
On the beach, no luminosity
Only from the sound
Of waves on sand-grains
Will you find your way
106.
Chamomile tea moment
Is operational, the body
Feels heavy, the inner
Dialogue skips words
107.
The kitchen switch is clicked
Off, stair light switched
On, turned off. Feet tread
Carefully across to the bed
108.
Sleep denied arrives
To contented gratitude
It takes the baggage
From exhausted limbs
109.
Released, each muscle sighs
True selves crack the shell
Anything can emerge
Unweighted, emulate flight
110.
Sleeping like laughter
Necessary oblivion, the
Negligible density in which
Possibility extends
111.
Night is a conduit
The constellations sparkle
Along it, dreams undrape wings
From it; bird, dragon, metaphorical
112.
Along the washing line
Orbs of lined up ice, dot to dot
Above the path to the field, above
Firewood stacked in a lean-to shed
113.
New mother sits up awake
Turns her head to the cot
The baby is there, it was
Not a dream
114.
Baby in the cot has sleeping
Perfected, mapping the
Known universe, forming
Notions of sensory experience
115.
The airlocks blip, pressure
From the fermentation process
Sugar becomes alcohol and carbon dioxide
Finds a vent
116.
Heart shaped leaves of the
Big houseplant thrive
Cluster over the batches
Of blipping fermenting fruit
117.
Because the roof leaked
The bathroom window is left
Open. New plaster dries, over a
Series of days and nights
118.
All of the toothbrushes, face creams
And flannels are gathered up
In a box in the bedroom, waiting
The plaster gets lighter in patches
119.
Pristine roof tiles reflect
Scattered stars and houselights
Water rolls over them, no more
Rain dripping indoors
120.
On the dual carriageway a tired
Mistake necessitates an ambulance
Everything is blurred, it swirls
Like a Van Gogh sky
121.
It feels like hyperspace
The spin and flash and crunching
Thump of compacting metal, glass
Shattering, the car stops
122.
The car has stopped
Being a car, it has
By measures of velocity
Transitioned to wreckage
123.
Deep-rooted bruises burst
Into flower, cubes of glass
Glint in the revolving blue
Emergency service lights
124.
A list of unusual luck is
Ticked through. Heart beating
Breathing, limbs attached
Toes that wiggle
125.
High-heeled shoes, scuffed
In hand, bare feet on
Cold tarmac feel
Soothed
126.
Music and moments replay
3am on the way home
Smiling, dance sweat
Cooling on silk
127.
Walking is connected
Is feeling the night air
On skin
Is being part of this
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