llamas bailando

poetry - by Brian Clark

flames dancing and swaying in the wind

tiny vortexes

tasmanian devils spinning their way across obsidian stones

this state of matter—plasma—so special and fleeting

primal and radiant

emitting light and heat

blue, orange, and white dancing pointy tendrils of flame

licking the cool air faster than the eye can follow

the city lights at dusk as a backdrop

the forested west hills with their flashing mini Sutro antennae 

stark against the crimson horizon

the fishbowl now clearing 

becoming transparent

as little sentient eyes look upward

at the points of light and blackness of space beyond

getting a sense for the relative scale of things

and pondering why mundane troubles

cause us such disproportionate strain

when there is so much beauty and wonder to behold 

in the clear night sky