Ode to
that vast ball of fire that continues to rise and set each day. Ode to its
qualities to light and burn. To take and give. That power that is eternal. The
candle that never goes out and the inexhaustible light bulb – someone tried to
replicate you. Amidst clouds and winter they made you a copy of what you are
and put you up in a museum. I went and saw you, but you weren’t the same stuck
in one place. It was your movement – so smooth and dependable, that most moved
me.
