Sometimes life gets a bit chaotic and jarring, but I was happy to find myself in a better place recently. I felt compelled to write juvenile public poetry about the experience…

Fast Light

Slow and soft and unexplained a spark began its race.

Quick and fast it grew upon the flesh that stayed in place.

Flashed on vines and bark and bones it ripped and bit and tore.

Now dash and fly and scare away before you fuel it more.

Fear and pain and blazing heat, they nip upon your heels?

Better there than else, of course you could become its meal.

Behind you now a forest burnt but bodies breath within.

It’s there, beneath the canopy, that you will live again.

So turn to gaze and look inside, and see the embers glow.

Their softened light presents a new, and emptied space to grow.