Small, small light
why have you not gone out?
Forgotten,
taken for granted,
unfueled —

yet you stay lit,
making yourself known
in every pausing moment.

In the washing of a dish,
in the combing of my hair,
in the saying goodbye forever,
you stay lit,
in my disobedience.

Will you take your revenge?
Will you consume me,
upend all ordinary, useful things,
demand to be recognized
as the authority you are?

I beg you to be complacent.
I have no right,
but I saved you once.
Be kind.