29 January 2009

Dangerous Beauty

I burned my finger last night.
Looking at it this morning, rubbing my thumb over the numb blistered tip,
I remember another time I burned my hand.
Maybe 50 years ago now. Then, as last night, the light mesmerized me.
It was so beautiful, I lost my head. I had to touch it.
Last night it was the ignitor of the old oven in my apartment.
Back then it was the lively, popping wand
we called a sparkler. The light was white and yellow and gold and red
and brown and orange and pink at the same time.
Marvelous. Irresistible. Beautiful.