Into the Light

In the oceans dark the Mantas glide up the rays from our lights.

Beams filled with tiny plankton, shrimp and crab hatchlings. The 

seawater is filled with white sparks of life and the Mantas glide 

through, sifting the water like giant devils. I feel a shiver as my

imagination recoils from itself. What if when we die, our sparks 

float in space. They will have no mass to hold the Earth. The Earth

will travel as it does and we will watch it go. We will see all the 

tiny loosened sparks from farm harvests and blooded stock yards,

from Emergency Rooms and Third World famine. They unspool

from the Earth in long sparkling ribbons, beautiful really. And far 

into the darkness we see the white ribs and wide open door of

the Mantas, as we go into the light.