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.