Light

my finger stirred the pool. iridescent specks at this distance. molecules separated by infinities, attracted by a gentle gesture. matter built on reducible complexity, remarkable what emerges from the soup.

the specks of light flash for a moment, then flame out. the arc of their burning wick painting pictures; heating arguments; bleeding in the darkness.

helpless to start or stop anything, bodies in motion, tending to stay in motion, until the fuel runs out. • Ryan Green