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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