You go about the business of your life
by Callie Carroll
Gulping great gusts of air
Emitting an exquisite light,
Bioluminescence, your birthright
Heir to the contained and continuous
explosion of the sun-
Star stuff in singular form.
I swim my murky night-cave,
blinded by a dismal, desparing darkness.
Memories of what i used to see return
to stab my heavy (my hungry) heart.
I marvel at my sighted offspring-
I marvel at your light.