*photo of lunch fire along the Chatooga
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