April 1, 2020

Arguing with Reneˊ

I am traveling light, these days,
stardust on a hero's journey, photons
moving in concert, en masse.

I know where I've come from:
sky-fire that warms Earth and
feeds the green masses.

I eat the green masses, and the gifts
of those who take up the light of
the green masses better than I do:

The tillers of Earth, feathered or
snouted, and the gentle grazers,
ruminating on the light within.

Edo, ergo sum.  Or perhaps
more precisely (because precision
matters): I eat light, therefore I am –

Light. I am traveling light. My mass
slows its trajectory, yes. Fine. I refract,
and therefore make rainbows.