Dave Bonta's short poem is a list of things the speaker calls "improbabilities," though the way he describes them feels more like wonder than doubt. Each one is a small impossibility that he says he has actually seen or lived through. Yesterday becomes today, which is the most ordinary thing in the world, yet the speaker treats it as a strange sign, as if time itself were performing a trick. Then come the odder images: making bread and wine out of words, and meeting a loved one in a maze after supper.
The speaker seems quietly amazed rather than alarmed. Bread and wine suggest nourishment and celebration, so turning words into them hints that language can feed us, perhaps that writing is a kind of sustenance. The maze suggests being lost, but the meeting there feels lucky and tender. The mood is gentle, dreamlike and a little playful. The poem seems to say that everyday life is full of small miracles if we look at it closely.