There’s something in both of these poems pointing the same way:
A Few Delicate Needles
It’s so delicate, the light.
And there’s so little of it. The dark
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
So it will come again in the morning.
by Rolph Jacobsen
from The Roads Have Come to an End Now
Copper Canyon Press, 2001
Poem as Bumble Bee
by Nils Peterson