Quickening

a celebration of lights

Over English Bay the fire
went up in one line thin from the barge.

Four hundred thousand loved ones
monitored the sky, saw the rising
miracle spike: faint, wobbling,
but unmistakably alive.

Then first beat,
crack of spectacular dawn,
Rome-in-a-day, instant Renaissance,
split-second cathedrals, bells, a song
in one moment, the Overture of 1812,
a cannon in your ears, in your drums,
high sky electrocardiogram,
joy with the force of a battering ram.

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