Near the border of falling she recalls
the man’s burning question, the imbroglio  

She’s a firefly, little and light as a pin
lost in the wind lashing like the man’s voice  

Wings knitted with the weight of want
Her own illumination twins the stars  

in this unfinished world
divided by grace and ruin                                    

~ Found poem composed/modified from words in the poem “Woman Clothed in the Sun, Illuminated in the Saint-Sever Beatus” by Carol Ann Davies