On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
a miracle,
and didn’t Prometheus pay
for giving it to us?
Think of a forest fire
blazing from tree
to tree in a dangerous
relay race
of flame.
Think of the safety
of campfires
licking at kindling, subsiding
into a jewel box of embers.
And now these candles
burning down
to stubs, but one more
lit each day, burning
and burning.
