The Next Fire

The next fire.

Do you see it?

This daring glowing point,
This burning planet,
This white smile,
This sweeping lighthouse,

behind

The black rocks barring the shore,
The opaque blotter of this electronic board,
The mysterious far end of Creplin’s Nebula,
The leathery texture of the double thick construction paper,
pin pricked to view a full solar eclipse.


One fire, two fire, three fire

for

heat, birth,
death, cold
and
heart’s mind’s body,
more...

I’ve seen you from behind the tree.
I’ve seen you more than I can see.

Like the light glowing in your sign,
that makes you hungry, makes you mine,
Like making magic comparing apples to oranges,
that makes the twig break beneath a monster’s arches,
Like that twenty bill, found washed and soft
that makes you arrive so damn Vernal new moon.

I know magic when I feel it
and this here is a trick,
this thumping heart,
her magic trick.

Though I must admit,
I do peer in the gloom for magic, constantly,
Such is my habit
Soaking all I see,
Sprinkling, blessing or dusting
Destiny,
Doing my best,
Drugging God’s smile.

And God’s drunk with her.

Do you see it?

It approaches like blue whales
singing the Beatles.

Beacon of dream,
Dream of message,
Divinity made simple,

for once, for love.