Between Lines and Breaths

Between Lines and Breaths

I cut out the miracles
From your words,
And held them up to the light
To see if they were real -

You hid yourself in every line,
Every trembling breath,
Held a quiet resurrection
Between the splitting of your breasts.

And so I placed my heart upon your table,
That you might gently cut it open.
Sure you saw how it was stitched
With threads too fine to last forever.

I learned miracles never crack in thunder
Or discharge in blue lightning,
They bloom in quiet spaces
Where soft things endure,
In caves of rare flowers
That contain constellations
Never expecting to be found.

And so I still keep your poems
Folded away in my memory drawer,
Not to worship them,
But to remember
That even the smallest miracle
Can remake the entire world.

Reviews

[Marie Kinnett]

I really like this poem, you can feel the emotion that you felt in the moment and pain of them leaving

[Michael Sun Bear]

Beautifully written Noah. I thought to pick my favorite lines, but you know, I have read it through several times, and I just love the whole thing. Great finish: Even the smallest miracle can remake the entire world. I’m going to save this in my Favorites.