Throw another log into the furnace
Pump the bellows, let the heat keep rising
For, whether on purpose or by chance
It seems I am committed
Open to alloys
Open to alchemy
Whatever will meld
Whatever may emerge
That which will grow stronger
as it melts and flows together
That which will arise transformed
to something unimagined
Though the steams arise and cloud my sight
Creative sparks in circling outward flight
Will forge a more expansive view
Herald the birth of something new
While anything that’s burning off
consigned to ash, will float away
without my even noticing:
The fire is where I am today.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2011
Wow. Whoa.
Yes. Stepping up….