"Only Fire" - A Poem

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By Victoria Woodworth

I see the tumbleweeds float across the desert and I think to myself - 

"tumbleweeds know nothing about tumbling" 

I hear the waves crash against the shore, the spray, the pull of the tide and I think to myself  "the ocean knows nothing about crashing"

I hear my mothers voice and I think "this is not my voice"

I hear my fathers voice and I think "this is not my voice"

And the trees keep growing

And sometimes there are flowers

And sometimes as the snow falls I can feel the air slow down

I close my eyes

Darkness

I close my eyes

A spark flickers and fades

I close my eyes

And I am captivated by the swirling glowing light

It grows slowly, wrapping around itself until it is dancing, flirting with the boundaries of all my parts and

I think to myself -  "only fire knows how it burns"