Strike Anywhere

If there is no friction

the meteor is invisible. We were

troubled on this Earth

and troubled

the Earth in turn. That’s how

we knew we were here.

That’s how we glowed. We burned up

a little, even in our calmest moments, 

even as we read, our eyes lit

the pages. Our thoughts

were strike-anywhere matches,

tipped blue, struck often,

and anywhere. Such cold

nights. Such dark woods. What

would I (what wouldn’t I?) burn

to see you, to be seen by you,

just a spell longer? After all

the time we took

to get here, and what

sweet little remains.