Its soft embers graze the soul
Who knows what keeps it alight
Who knows how long
before cold darkness grips again
Small twigs burn bright and fast
Heavier logs scorch slower, with difficulty
There is perhaps a lesson to be had here
I’m not sure, I just watch intently
There is a buzz around the room
I care not, but for a single sound
The twitch of an eye among blazing cinders
Missed eyes, looking at me
I’m not sure if they were looking for me
I just know the fire, and not much else
Vishal Gupta
December 18th, 2023
