Fire

Fire

 

I lit the match

the flames burst into the air

igniting the wood in a wave of heat

we stare at it

its never-ending ever-changing spectacle of light

it dances in front of us

tantalizing us as if it held some knowledge we did not yet hold

as if our fate itself was hidden within its flames

don’t avert your eyes or you’ll miss it

 

What you’ll miss is uncertain

just like time itself forever moving forward

deeper into the log of life to reach its core

then it takes with it the smoke of what’s left

and carries it up to the stars

never to be seen or replaced in it exact form again

only to be remembered or simply recreated

with a new spark of light

don’t avert your eyes or you’ll miss it

 

Photo: I took this photo while at summer camp at Slovenski Camps in Raymond Maine, where it’s tradition to have fireside singalongs every night, right next to the lake.