Aflame

AFLAME

Or maybe Moses knew this glimpse 

of flames leaf-licking off a bush's lips 

            was not, per se, absurd, 

            but more a manifested word 

articulating what he dimly

apprehended as the vague reality—

            the one he’d really always knew—

            thus making this but dejá vu.

Or put another way, as if the spark

long-latent in his hearth

            had fluttered up the flue

            and through 

the rafters on a breath, and found, 

on then descending down,

            dry tinder,

            which said to him, Remember.