I am waiting for a miracle, waiting,
holding my breath
for a sudden star to show something unique
anything to break the cycles of ups and downs
that keeps life on an unsettled ground.
Life is never perfect. I know
but somewhere, the wisdom fails to set
me on solid grounds.
A full-time job, a family, and a social circle;
all seem fine.
Yet, somewhere, something is missing,
a void waiting
a little more wealth
a bigger house, a better car
one more step up in the social ladder
those half-filled glasses to be filled;
a miracle was what I needed.
Ten, twenty, thirty and forty years passed
the wants raced ahead of the needs
an unsatisfied monster cried for more.
And then came the hurricane, Helen;
a catastrophe for people all around.
The morning after I woke up
and all in the family did, too
