A Quiet Candle Life
I didn’t know about the mended life I did not expect the quiet I did not anticipate the candle life Soft surrounding flame Holding onto an orange-hot tip Black wick I did not expect a rainbow life Colors melting towards each other Spring rain passing New wet leaves Still I know that raging, jealous, microsecond fire Brassy, logo-driven, neon Staked to the charred past Mind igniting Rescued again by the river of time Tossed back into the candle-dappled day I sink into the moment like a stone.