The flames dance: cool and elemental,

wrapped around their twine

of radiating energy. The crackle of the pine

the snap of sparks that clack like pop

bottles splacking caps.

–

So odd to see the darting light

the wall of whelming warmth

so unconcerned–

sporting hues of purple-blues of lava

deep as sun. So full

so unabsorbed in what they are.

Just being. Pillars of fire ‘

that we might see

and walk in dark.