10 hours ago
A Lighting
Cool morning. I have lit a merry fire
with gas and electricity, but still
it flames in saffron, blue and petal-white
on logs of porcelain, with cinder screen
of glass; it might as well be video
but that it emanates faint heat and threat.
For as I go about my breakfast rounds–
the brewing, microwaving, counting pills–
it catches at my eye each time I turn
across a line of sight including it.
We humans have made fire our willing slave
like nuclear, but dare not let it thrive.
Cool morning. I have lit a merry fire
with gas and electricity, but still
it flames in saffron, blue and petal-white
on logs of porcelain, with cinder screen
of glass; it might as well be video
but that it emanates faint heat and threat.
For as I go about my breakfast rounds–
the brewing, microwaving, counting pills–
it catches at my eye each time I turn
across a line of sight including it.
We humans have made fire our willing slave
like nuclear, but dare not let it thrive.
Non-practicing atheist