Saturday, May 26, 2012


It so happens -
when I sit and watch
the fire eating up the logs,
licking at them, fiery tongued,
exultant, ebullient,
in a mad dance of destruction,
I find I have to make dinner.

It is a different kind of alchemy,
this bringing together of things.
Peeling and paring.
cutting and chopping
and preparing a meal,
with the application of heat.
A grand symphony of creation.

Yet, I linger, mesmerised,
ignoring that for this,
as wood crumbles
and ash glows
and light dances
and curves and flows
until I am all lit up from within.