Miracle 3

 

even with your curtains drawn

even with the ghosts

even at a time like this 

the morning glides in along the folds  

illuminates the dust, sparkling

ambient jewels of minor neglect 

and I will be led by the light 

to dig through every empty pocket 

find your wallet and fold 

imperfectly, urgently a note 

between your library card and bus pass 

currency greater than the gold 

hoops you wear on your right ear 

so kissable, your new skin 

even at a time like this 

even with the ghosts 

even with your curtains drawn