hanukkah miracles

my walk home.

the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,

melting the mountains like orange wax.

lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt

& all the trash rolled in a fist-sized silver ball.

the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels 

next to me as i write this, the good kind from trader joe's.

the miracle of a sated stomach.

my best friend's face as she spells aristocracy

without looking at the sheet, a mask of total concentration.

the press-on nails gracing my fingertips,

a hanukkah-esque checkered blue.

my torah portion flowing smoothly from my mouth.

and when it doesn't.

and the child on the sidewalk, staring wide-eyed at the darkening sky.

and the menorah burning with four candles tonight,

flickering like a miracle lit again and again and again.