Moonlit, sunlit, starlit.
Pulsar, quasar, pulsing from afar.
Starling, bearer of all lighting,
you fear you’re too blinding
(though sometimes you can be),
you fear you’ll ignite a ceaseless forest fire
(though sometimes you do),
but your biggest fear is touching
your reflection in the iced pond.
My biggest fear are those negative spaces,
Dark’s ability to black out,
And that your fear will devour you
and Earth will become but a larger Pluto.
So please, step out of your darkness, Starling,
and with each step, know that while fires can engulf
meadows to charcoal oblivion, flames also warm
frostbitten hands and hearts
and light the ways to brighter days.