a miracle they called it
the goat produced kids
the garden blossomed as never before
the peach tree hung with fruit
traps for the wild rabbits snapped shut
bees grew more industrious

the old couple were busy as never before
neighbors wondered at their new energy
and heard the cries of the young child
and called it a miracle
an old couple bringing forth a child

there were rumblings
more garlic was hung over the doorpost
two seasons passed
though the child grew
the couple kept it close
wary of letting anyone see
the one eye

then one bright afternoon
the child who was now walking
staggered into the back shed
among the old man's tools
grabbed the hammer lying on the anvil
lifted it and struck

the sound lifted the joists of the roof
the thatch trembled
and the echo span off into the world

one eye had announced himself