Glowing Caterpillars in acrylic on mounted canvas (21.5” x 22”) AVR 2014
Wondered I as a child seeing you glow in the dark,
passing the day in slumber with your host;
your fire is myth, but what philosophy does it make,
of your presence exacting a heavy cost?
As I grew up, I learned phosphorescence everywhere:
plankton of endless number and variety;
the woods and fields studded with watchful eyes,
and you, you make a glowing crown of a tree.
I’ve seen wild mushrooms, jellyfish in the deep, glow,
sulfur bacteria in boiling caldera shining;
and in old age a myriad fireflies mingling with the stars,
that link us all to a Supreme Being. ~