Poetry: I spent my morning counting miracles

I spent my morning counting miracles:
how I am held in gravity's sweet force
in spite of earth's twice-spinning rings —
how can that be?

or that the sun's quadrillion
heat degrees have never scorched
the grass, the trees in my back yard
yet brought them life, or that the
whirring wings of hummingbirds
can hold them tight to sugar lips of
petals red and white, or how the nuclei
in robins' eggs or dinosaurs or
maggot dregs make life —
how can that be?

or that the particle my father planted
in my mother's womb has come to be
this hand, this face, the hairs on this gray head
I see in bathroom mirror as me —
how can that be?

and yet
when morning light falls on your brow
it tells me all I need to know.
I am requited now.

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Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, is available online from Amazon and from Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. A personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 1950s, Vienna, Only You, is available from the author at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .