Journey
for Rae, 1953-2009
clustered drops glitter
at edges of a white pine —
thru one sunset sears
* * *
the pulse of fireflies
cascades, forms ephemeral
constellations, shifts
angular to open, curved
goddess in a flash of light
* * *
high above the earth
where snowflakes are born, look up —
catch this light on your tongue!
* * *
they shimmer, she said,
waves of bright colors rippling
wriggling in the sky —
a darting snake, or a cloth
hung up in celestial winds
* * *
turn around, look back
at us, tiny tongues of flame,
dense, sparse, sculpting earth
…
