Dizzying—to look to horizons
and watch the brightest
eye itself gazing,
enthralled across
the still-
bald treetops—down
to alight
upon billions of
desperate mentalities
where, deeply inside
the seed of each, a private spark
might be awakened
to leap and catch
fire, realizing a billion
different guises—each new shape
of licking flame, a tendril,
a nascent
arm extending,
as if in the purest
gesture of giving—offering-
up to the others
somehow—different pieces
of the same
one light.