Why do people like sparklers so much?
Do they just look pretty, or is it deeper than that?
Is it because for a few minutes we feel we're not
just human beings,
inconsequential in the cosmos,
a piece of dust on an old chair in the attic,
a simple verb that someone said 100 years a go,
a planet long gone, unobserved into history,
a droplet of rain during a desert downpour,
and we actually feel special?
Like we're useful,
Like we're needed,
Like we're
Something