We have done this often enough-
plucked a star from some distant sky,
holding it close and dark in our fist,
then cautiously open palmed, mouthed a big ‘O’ to blow hard,
coaxed it aglow, as though an ember;
and watched, in dismay the crumbling soot,
or ouch, in quick panic let go the rock burning our hands.
We have done this too often
even for us.