Sukkah Miracles

My Jewish bible abounds in miracles:
Some are obvious — despite effort to explain—
A river runs red; the sudden appearance of
Lice and frogs; deep darkness descends at
Midday; 
Specific and immediate death.
Parted seas, heavenly sustenance,
Fresh water in parched lands.
A standing sun: just a few,
Just a few.

Other require a bit of thought, I think,
To properly discern:
Light from someplace, no place, which place?
Land and water separated,
Celestial bodies place harmoniously,
A verdant earthly abode:
Large plants, small plants, beautiful plants.
Animals, animals with wings or legs,
Furs or feathers, gills, large, medium,
Small, cute or scary.
A person, another person.
Some armed cherubs.

A family begins.
Arguments ensue.
And is the first murder
	born of those miracles?

Other miracles: trumpets sound,
Walls falls.  Desert revelations.
Faith, ethnos, clan, family
Persist despite…

Today: we point to 
The cat scanner and
Proclaim a miracle.

All the miracles disappear
Given time,
And fade into memory or
The commonplace.

I could not walk through my day
Stopping to gape at each daily
Miracle.
I might have, when I was a kid,
But now all too commonplace.

Yet, as I sukkah sit,
Recalling that miracle,
Before, after the desert
Revelation,
Let me recall the other miracles:
Dawn, a birds’ song,
The cat scan machine,
My wife in the morning
Before she wakes.