FIRE
- tenbrunsel2
- Apr 24, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 8, 2024
*photo of lunch fire along the Chatooga just north of “Deliverance.”
Pondering Existence
Wandering
Wondering
Lost?
I gather and stack logs carefully closely
A bird’s nest of crushed grass and leaves and dry stuff . . . . . Beneath
A Ferrocene spark . . . . . . . . . . Ignites hope
The incense of smoke . . . . . . . Fuels my faith
Warmth . . . . . . . Enkindles joy
Fire . . . . . . . . . . Lights the darkness
I am safe for the moment
Now paused for a prayer
. . . . . . Of thanks . . . . . . . . To the fire/Spirit
I am the human race
From beginning . . . . . . . . . Till Now
And I shall continue to dance round the fire!
tom tenbrunsel
A Carl Sandburg Writer
I dedicate this photo/poem the first line of which WONDERING/WANDERING and the theme of existential existence, which to me typify Ralston Fox’s expansive artistic talent and in recognition of the closing of the showing of his varied illustrative paintings at SpoonBillGallery in Greenville, SC these past few months. I look forward to Fox’s next show, which undoubtedly will include a new genre of artistic photos. Thanks Fox for sharing with us.