Miracles

I’m waiting for a miracle.

Not the one where I open my eyes,

Get out of bed in the morning and breathe,

Or the one when I look back

And see you still sleeping.

I've also gotten the one

Where I get up in the dark

And out the back window the sun comes up.

And it’s not any of all those

Other everyday miracles either,

Or the one where everything is held together.

It’s always the ones you don’t know about

That are the trickiest to spot,

But I think I’ll know it

When it gets here.