Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
The fire held in her hands
Burns hot and bright
But not so hot
Nor bright
As the fire in her heart
In her spirit
While those
Who participate in the rite
Focus on the ceremonial fire
To please the god, Shiva
I revel instead
In the fire and light
Of her being
Where resides the divine
Fire on the horizon
Engulfs my little craft
So I turn away
A beacon
Calls from the darkness
But the call comes from rocky shoals
Its light is false
I risked wrecking on the shores of distraction
So turn the boat again
Into the fire
And the true light beyond which set it
Orb in a red sky
Landscape a glowing ember
Spirit set aflame
So am I reminded
A threat may seem remote
Or weak in its intention
But a threat it is
Toxic in its notion
I do well to heed an atmosphere in tension
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
I wonder
What rides the night wind
What comes on tomorrow’s tide
Will the storm subside
Or kindle anew
On this blackened shore
Such hopeful sight
Is breaking through
The smoky sky
Now blue above
And gold below
Backlit, the tone
Of tungsten haze
Then, lower, emerald
Of the trees
These, gratefully
Have not (yet) burned