to see this clearly
I am no magic trick, no doer of miracles, no water walker
I am no architect of glory, no layer-on of hands, no angel wing
I am no weaver of gold, no mythmaker, no parachute artist
I am no halo of stillness in a downpour
I am no treasure chest, no hero, no thunderbolt wielder
I am no rabbit foot or lottery number
I am no combination lock, no mystery ingredient, no optical illusion
But here is a handful of sunflowers from from the florist's sidewalk jungle
Here is a blanket to spread on the grass for an afternoon
Here is a song on the radio that calls for dancing
Here is a road sign, a notebook, photographs of those I have loved
Here is a slice of bright blue sky, a hummingbird
thrashing her wings around an apricot tree
To see this clearly
is enough
