Everywhere that you went today
there was a sort of miracle.
I suppose you missed it
(most people do)

It had trillions of cells,
seventy-eight organs
and forty-six miles of nerves,
carrying messages at 170 mph.

Without thinking about it
it could breathe, pump
blood, process lunch
and make cells
while the sun shone.

It could feel, think, remember,
speak, read, write, and respond.

It could probably reach out
and touch, feel the heat,
It possibly walked, leaned,
crawled out or into bed

It learned
It watched
It thought
It smelled or tasted

​and maybe, hopefully
loved

Really, there was
some kind of miracle
all day, wherever
you were