Aurora Borealis, explained

Because of gravity’s appetite
for physical affection and because solar wind
is incomprehensible to the human mind
and because each time a particle dies
it lets off a waft of kryptonite-green,
conspiracy-red or belief-in-higher-powers-blue
and, when this happens, say
a gazillion times,
we can be sure that the young man
camping on the fjords of Finnmark
is having a moment of revelation:
this exhibition is just for him
and it moves like a desert snake
or a cartoon octopus
or a curtain in a breeze
and he cannot think that it is simply a matter
of plasma raked over atoms,
he sees it as something far greater than that.