Today - William Stafford
The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere a signal arrives: "Now", and the rays come down. A tomorrow has come. Open your hands, lift them: morning rings all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer. Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now, you could close your eyes and go on full of light. And it is already begun, the chord that will shiver glass, the song full of time bending above us. Outside, a sign: a bird intervenes; the wings tell the air, "Be warm." No one is out there, but a giant has passed through town, widening streets, touching the ground, shouldering away the stars.