The Fire
I sat crouched on the dirt
Just out of the rain
The day I met fire
And earned my name.
There must have been wind,
and far-away laughter
Because there was, a moment before,
And a moment after...
But in the moment between them,
My world was a bubble
Of tinder strands
And the bow in my hands.
And then, the moment of truth.
It came in an instant.
From my hands leapt a fire
And the world became silent.
I could not tear my eyes
From the golden tongues
As to my cupped fingers
Like a child they clung.
On their wings my soul leapt into satori.
Four senses abandoned their positions
And put their strength into my vision.
And for an ecstatically painful moment
All I saw were the leaping flames
That were born of my hands.
Nothing has ever been so alive
To my disbelieving eyes.
Fire.
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