Now, a poem for National Poetry Month--"Fire Is the Oldest Wild Thing"
FIRE IS THE OLDEST WILD THING
But watch the candles burn,
tamed and housebroken,
blossom-yellow flames shading into
autumn’s orange and the open sky’s
blue like festive streamers above the birthday cake.
In silence and solitude, however,
you can see that the bright flickering
colors surround and enclose a dark core
at the point of burn, igniting
the twisted wick’s transformation
from fiber to fire.
At the heart of every dancing flame,
a piece of cold midnight.
Most people never see.
They pass through accepting
what flickers on the surface.
You must observe intently
to see and know
the black seed of holocaust
in each gay dance of domesticated flame .
Published in Heart’s Migration (Tia Chucha Press, 2009)
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