Little miracles wait tenderly for me every single day
as I embrace my humanity with love and sweet care,
smelling the soft air of poems written in a pink sky,
weaving gratitude and compassion from my prayer.

Ordinary woman I am with delicate dreams of flowers
planted with the seeds of freedom and imagination
as I wait my miracle happen with the moon in my eyes,
I write across my heart my faithfulness to creation.

Let me ride the sun with my hands of peace and rainbow.
Those miracles slip through my fingers in perfect harmony
as I dissolve my fiery heart in mellow words of chocolate,
in little miracles tattooed in the wind and called poetry.

Karla Bardanza