I remembered today,
in a wax candle block
that I bought a decade ago,
ivory, rather clear here and there -
but how joyfully it was curled
in mere moments by a harried
young women in a shopping mall,
her thoughts of chores and reunions
hastily frozen in little tongues -
for all the bumps and scratches,
and now the damage of years,
I thought it profound that bliss
is just that which lasts forever.