Lonely as a candle flame,

bouncing, turning

lighting for a moment’s window

then quick fade back to dimness.


If those carbons had choices

they’d burn slowly

surely and constantly

mating with oxygen

tearing off to live

as new –

(see what love does!)

A bound they can’t break

waiting for a tree

to swallow them

drop the carbon to earth

and start over again.



4 Jan 09