He’d watched the sunrise/
streaming over the Grand Canyon. /
He’d watched eagles soar mid-morning in the craggy peaks./
He’d seen river otters dance and cavort at noon,
and been amazed at salmon spawning at dusk./
When the sunset flashed red and gold and green /
over the ocean, he’d smiled and held out his hands to capture its warmth./
He’d wept watching the full moon rise, discovering Saturn’s rings;/
Galalean moons;/
a shooting star./

And he’d always been amazed,/
turning back homeward,/
when miracles/
didn’t seem to matter/
to others.