A thousand meters deep
in the zone called mesopelagic,
a lanternfish lifts its tiny row
of photophores, offering to slip it
into the ocean's voluminous sleeves.
Nightly it rises toward the surface
to feed on plankton. By itself,
its gleam is a sliver. But millions
of them shimmer the water with
tinfoil. Their light is endogenous—
meaning they produce it with their own
bodies. What an astonishment: to find
inside of us two sticks or flint and steel,
what it might take to start a flame.


