The candle in my belly is a light
beneath my heart, a battery my feet
imbibe, a pole of ribbons lancing height
as I expand extremities with heat
self-generated. Higher now I grow,
forever stretching energy I spin
above the tender flame. My senses know
the miracle that flourishes within.

I stand a tree between the earth and sky.
I move a bolt connective on a wave
of cresting sound. A metaphor am I
of molecules and space, a shape as brave
as God constructs to be a self-aware
phenomenon of attitude and care.