the miracle annoys me
coming with its bland rush that belies the interminability
of what went before
in a flash, an instant
[the time taken between a full stop and a capital letter]
the world is recast
and the one whose miracle doesn’t come
is left behind.

all that’s left in the story for the voice of the other
- for the one who doesn’t fit the message -
is the tiny space between one sentence ending
and another beginning.