THE FIRE

 

The fire burned

Slow and bright

Orange and white

Against the black night

Snap, crackle, pop

Sparks dancing up towards the heavens

Stars await

Their distant arrival

Water washing up on rocks

These sounds drifting up from below

This melancholic melody

Mixing well

With the snaps

Crackles and pops

Of orange and white

His son slept in the tent

Both content

Both together

Both alone

Gloriously alone

As he waited

Not for long

A silence and peace

Moved into the circle

Hovering in and around him

And the warmth of the fire

His eyes drifted out of focus

He stared into the flames with a small smile

A dim acknowledgement

She has arrived

Arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck

Cheek

Against his cheek

Whispers

In his ear

How long

He does not know

Love

Yes…

Certainly

I guess

His eyes suddenly opened

His thoughts on the move

The Selway

She walked in alone

To spend one night with John

The walk

It was a day and a half

Past a freshly killed elk

Still bloody and warm

She had interrupted a meal

Temporarily

Everything

Of course

Only temporary

Her arms tightened around his neck and shoulders

As he leaned back into her

Tomorrow

Or the next day

When we meet again

We both

Will be different people

As it should be

Of course

I will write something beautiful

About this new person

And fall in love with you

All over again

Love

Yes…

Certainly

I guess

His thoughts again shifted

Water

His ears heard this thought

Perking up to search

Yes there

Running water

Water running

Singing

Splashing

Trying to wake the rocks

It is like that

A running, rushing beautiful interactive song

He reached back embracing her upper arms and shoulders

His head fell back into her stomach

Words danced across the stage of his mind

“Gawd”

His eyes fluttered and closed

“Don’t I love you”