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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 entertai

Sad, but the dog fart lightens the mood.  76. Night terrors have had the run of The house, churning up dust and Dirt, they leave echoes of Laughing and chaotic footprints 77. The dog wakes, she  Stretches, farts, her face  Curves like smiling, she Settles back to sleep 78. This last night in the old House, memories, bright Ghosts, walk through from Room to room 79. When we leave these Visitations of our histories Are not forgotten, we simply Will not live amongst them  80. The new house, until now, viewed  By day, the creaks and clanks Of its night-sounds are  Intimate revelations 81. Blandly painted, everywhere Safe beige, tomorrow Colour invades, brings some  Guts to the bone shades 82. A slumped man in a doorway stirs He remembers that he should have Gone home, his trousers are cold And wet, he hopes its beer 83. An arm stretched out to follow The wall, the stumbling drunk man Can walk, his hands and feet Know where he

Recognising a fear definitely counts as a miracle. Fear makes you appreciate life,  knowing what you fear helps you know yourself etc.  And no one should ever underestimate the importance of socks.  57. Laid like pulled teeth In fields, straw monoliths  Celebrate transition Summer crop winter fodder  58. Along the pavement shines Islands of mirrored light Rainwater pools in uneven Corners of wonky slabs 59. In each reflective surface  An upside-down lamppost It is an image, a visual Echo, bouncing back 60. Under tarmac, under earth Deeper, geological dramas The rock is boiling Pushing at plate boundaries 61. Tectonics are beyond control At the fault-lines, minerals, metals Water, volcanoes bubble up The gods and monsters of geology 62. Night rests above, not across All of Earth, there is not enough To go around, we share  Day and night in rotation 63. In the cloak of sleep, fears Are smuggled in, revealing Points of weakne

I caught a fox doing a poo whilst on a lunch-break walk one day, and it was an amazing colour. I wish I had taken a picture of it. 31. In the fields, scent trails to  Intrigue the dog on her morning walk Are sneaked out by foxes They leave crafty turds in the grass 32. Foxes eat berries, the proof  Will be marvelled at, it will be  Difficult not to be impressed By the purple turds by the hedge 33. Fantastic dreams work the dog’s legs She is chasing the yipping fox Across the stream, jumping in Joyous pursuit, she falls off the sofa 34. Other dreams go to the beach Push out in a kayak, paddle  To an island, light a fire Cook two mackerel 35. Deeper in the sea, sharks Are not known to dream The current brings them oxygen It is not time yet to hunt or travel 36. Dreams animate synapses, 100 million pulsing cells makes three pounds of Grey matter, makes pictures of Ocean, beach-fire, sunset 37. Several spiders in the bathroom Corners are

Some daunting is experienced at this point. It is balanced by an increased ability to 'look fresh' at my surroundings. These verses cover, roughly, 0030 to 0050 hours. 20. An apple drops from its tree Hits the ground with a cartoon thwack Rolls and comes to rest  At the foot of the tall grass 21. Leaves fidget, urging air into motion  They unbudded on this branch  With flowers that have swollen  Into the ripe and falling fruit 22. In the room where the lamp is left on The dog rolls over, sleeping Four paws stretched out and her Head rests on a cushion 23. Doors on the wood-burner closed Damped flames burnt down to  Beads of heat, timber structures are  Residual shapes of ash 24. Next to the lamplit room, a row Of barrels sing, this is blackberry Wine fermentation, the happy Song of the airlocks 25. The oven clock light is green There’s a flicker in the kitchen When the numbers change The shadows jump 26. Dirty dishes in

miracle = ordinary moment viewed with fresh eyes, made extraordinary  This has taken the form of a poem, which gives meaning to what would otherwise only be a list. I have paid no attention at all to format beyond keeping each verse to 4 lines. Ideally they should be read one by one anyway. One a day should suffice but there are 19 here because this is just a first attempt, I'm mostly playing with the idea. If 41.66 miracles per hour equates to 1,000 miracles over 24 hours, these 19 are about half an hour of a day. I have started at midnight.     At the zero hour it seems nothing exists But the deep breathing of sleep And the heaving of wind in darkness Bowing trees as though dragons fly here   Down the wall a spider walks Unseen, the whisper of eight feet Unheard on the wallpaper, this is A secret world, a spider’s world   Uncounted leaves stream, pulling On thin stems, twisting loose, one leaf Takes hold of the air, it has no p

Furthering my quest to appreciate life, to actually be bothered to find the extraordinary in the ordinary detail of life, I have set myself this task. I use the word miracle to describe the act of seeing the moments where something wonderful is happening (if you are looking at it correctly.) I think I need about 41.66 per hour to cover 24 hours. Further miracle reports to follow.

‘In so far as you may be aware, you have this one life. It is an exceptionally precious gift, though I say so myself, and I stayed awake for six consecutive days and nights, knocking back enough espresso to kill a minor deity, creating the earth and heavens so that these freely given lives could be played out under the wide sky, under the variations of sun, cloud, mist, moon, stars, eclipses, meteor showers, rainbows and weather systems that give each day, each season, each year its own particular feel, to make each life specifically different. Don’t just look up; the terrain under your feet, the horizon around you, the subterranean rock textures, the leaves on trees, the light configurations in a block of high-rise flats are just as variable. Don’t just look; use every sense you have. Hear it, taste it feel it: every moment you have is unique. But are you paying any attention? Have you looked at the sky in the last 24 hours; have you noted the clouds, or the breeze or the fineness