Transported Awe

The first ones who woke themselves
To find embers in the hearth
Still warm—their fire, their embers—

Found a new source of wonder,
Fund of new sorts of wonder—
In addition to the awe

Of a soaking burst of rain,
Of a blinding flash and clap,
Of a far-off snake of flames,

A new, recursive wonder.
All last night we nursed a fire,
Which was our fire, and it stayed.