Light touches the silver plates,
casting shimmering reflections,
dozens of flickering illuminations
upon the arched and beamed ceiling,
like lightning bugs on summer’s night
captured not in jars but in bits and pieces
of bread, more than sufficient to feed
the five thousand, and in wine, more
than sufficient to supply the wedding.
A bird slices the currents of the air,
spreading the light, spreading the lights.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.