Blue Fire

When this body’s done, my breath
will find another
shape to flame in. Pink-speckled
heart leaf, spiraled fossil, good luck
cat, yellow-eyed, paw raised.

Oh to be that blue
star morning
sun ignites. Petals
curled toward heaven,
filaments at the center

spilling light.
Or the turquoise glass
bead hanging from a silver paper
crane, drop of ocean solid
in the window, shard of sky.