Cool Morning - edit, title change

[dukealien]

Cool Morning


This morning I have lit a charming fire
with gas and electricity, but still
it flames in orange, blue, and saffron-gold
on logs of porcelain, with cinder screen
of glass; it might as well be video
but emanating heat and captive threat.

For as I go about my breakfast rounds–
the brewing, microwaving, counting pills–
that little blaze arrests my passing gaze
each time I turn my head and see it burn.
We humans have made fire our eager slave
like nuclear, but dare not let it thrive.

original version;

A Lighting


Cool morning.  I have lit a merry fire
with gas and electricity, but still
it flames in saffron, blue and petal-white
on logs of porcelain, with cinder screen
of glass; it might as well be video
but that it emanates faint heat and threat.

For as I go about my breakfast rounds–
the brewing, microwaving, counting pills–
it catches at my eye each time I turn
across a line of sight including it.
We humans have made fire our willing slave
like nuclear, but dare not let it thrive.