Miracles

I spoke to my feet today;
they went where I wanted to go.

I thought I'd been to Africa
but then my mind awoke.

I saw, I sang,
I drank my breath,
sank back
into a slumber.


I killed today -
as I lay down,
curled round a drowsy heat.

I didn't feel a thing.


You see, the fly was buzzing
above my dizzy ear.
I saw I could not grieve
for what was not in me.
I didn't ask forgiveness,
for it was not my will.

Instead,
I watched a shadow crawl 
across my window sill.