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.