No Escape

Things become clear when there is no escape.

- Pema Chödrön

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There is no escape.
Realizing my predicament,
I asked for a miracle.
And suddenly noticed 
the swallows veering overhead —
small blade-shaped bodies 
against the faded blue-orange overcast sunset,
the bright breathing yellow lights of fireflies
coming in and out of existence,
and the hand that was holding mine.