No Small Miracle

Every cell of her,  
selected and passed  
through generations,  
was perfected in beauty  
and function. I thought  
I saw her mother’s eyes.  

We were present  
to each other and  
fully conscious.  
No small miracle.  
 
We are our most beautiful when  
acting with intention to satisfy  
ancient longings for life.  
I imagined an unnamed choreographer  
smiling from the wings at our gladness.