Miraculous – a poem by Alicia Hoffman


How each new day opens the gate.
               How months and years only echo

their loon-like howl. How they tunnel
               and froth at our feet that decide

always to keep moving forward,
               beyond the maps of the past,

each ping and prod a pressure point
               released for now out the open window

of tomorrow’s potential. Listen,
               I need to tell you how difficult it is

to live in the world, and how lucky
               we are to be a part of its churning. 

Originally from Pennsylvania, Alicia Hoffman now lives, writes, and teaches in Rochester, New York. She is the author of three collections, most recently ANIMAL (Futurecycle Press). Her poems can be found in a variety of publications, including The Atticus Review, The Rise Up Review, The Night Heron Barks, SWWIM, The Penn Review, Typishly, and elsewhere. Find her at: www.aliciamariehoffman.com

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