Spark
Daily warming—chopping kindling.
Damper open. Build the wooden
cabin higher, within the black,
cast-iron stove. There is something
primal in fire. Humans desire
private red flames—to warm old hearts,
hands, toes, and bones. Glowing embers,
hearth stones, wood stacks—contend with days
dark, wet, and cold. Yet I have grown
distant from fire—but not the spark.
