Miracle

Above the calls of vendors and the hum of a hundred conversations we hear shouting.  It is the voice of Teo.  He courses among the stalls, collars friend and stranger alike and exclaims, “I am!” then leaps in the air, shouting again:  “I am!”  He grasps Maria’s arm, fire in his eyes, “I am!”  Her pears and tomatoes spill and roll on the ground.  Teo’s friend Marcus runs from his stall, embraces him, sees his tears of joy, tells him, “Teo, I am so happy for you.  You know, I, too, am.  Each of us here is.”  Teo takes him by the cheeks, “Yes, Marcus!  Yes, you are!” Again he cries and runs wildly through the marketplace, grabbing friend and stranger, crying, “I am!  You are!”

Len Anderson