A Brilliant Dying Dance

Rabbit Trail #19 X Dispositions of a Return

To see embers spark

Flames launch, dart, poke above their head a heat like its seeking to escape itself

Its epicenter red.

And from the moment match meets wood

It’s all a brilliant dying dance

Before,

just the wonderful brightness of raging heat and youth

Now,

aware of how the slow burn is the most beautiful

The flame to branch in love-longing interdependence

One who has had its day of being rooted, connected, expanding

The other by combustion of intention appearing instant-infant to adult

Its life alive as long as there is life

To feed its flame

To climb above its head

So long as it is alone,

until connected to others

It breathes

I think and then am somehow sure…

This is the art we owe the world

This act, here now

An observation

A witness, a participant of a cycle and reporter of a dying dance

Against a dying night

Ending up vapor among the stars

Bright brilliant and glimmering before,

and after I turn the ashes over

I think, “now these will seed a soil”

Fertilize a future

and I’ve seen a beautiful fire

And lived to art it down, again