It feels like it should be a metaphor
how my skin has taken in this image –
the dance of embers
when the fire is almost gone,
the way a gentle setting down
of slender sticks
will make them jump  – jump and
glow and strangely reappear
further down the coal
where all was dark,
and if the sticks are light and dry enough,
and close enough for company
(but not to crowd)
there will at some point be a “ploof”
and fire will have returned,
merry and vivacious

It feels to me like so many things  –
some which would be trite to name,
some clad in so much wonder
I can’t utter them.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2020