Having a fire every night:
Getting it started is the hardest thing,
But once its going its pretty easy to keep on.
A cleansing ritual,
4 logs a night, 5 if I’ve had a bad day.
I just watch it.
It makes me feel small, insignificant
Compared to the heat and power in front of me.
But sometimes I look and I see vulnerability,
The hint of fragility in between the flickers.
Coming down in the morning I can smell its remains
Lingering in the corners of the room.
The secrets it charred the night before,
A memory of the act of forgetting.