I came across this poem in the Writers Almanac the other day. I am always amazed at how poets can slide so seamlessly from the profane to the sublime.
Young Man Lighting Upby Raphael Kosek
The young man paused just long enoughto cup his hand lovingly around the cigarettelighting it before stepping outinto the clench of four-lane traffic weaving his wayamong us as I watched him slim and confident, benton reaching the store acrossthe street, careless with the suretyof youth, and I can only assume he reached his destinationas I didn't hear the screech of brakesor bray of horns as the light turned. The followingday I recalled him with longing, something connate,and he grew in significance becauseit was so insignificant—precisely whyI kept seeing him doing what we all do cupping our handsaround the thin flame of something we nurture for good or illas we step into the world's thrash—confident, fully believing we will reachthe other side.