What Falls Through the Cracks

There are questions
in every creatures mind-

what is dew, why is the moon
yellow and round, how do oysters

build a pearl, who is God?

Everyday, the answers
are different. Once,

I caught a firefly
in my palms, it glowed

shining through
cracks of my fingers;

I thought I held
a star, at least

a fragment of one;
when I opened my hands

its light was gone.

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