Melting Platinum

The hissing torch
Melting platinum
At 3600 degrees,
Room all alight
With the glow
Of the noble metal
Liquefying in the crucible,
Yet, never oxidizing
Or diminishing,
But changing forms,
Like the swirling atoms,
Always becoming parts
Of new shapes,
Still, themselves,
Eternal units
In the crucible
Of time...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz