He glances at the darkness
behind, over his shoulder,
and turns toward the light
within, knowing that
to find the light, to find
the fire, is to enter
He holds a branch, lit,
feeling the heat traverse
its length, warming
his hand. He waves it
in the night, a signal
for the fire watch.
Confronted with the inexorable logic
of a counter philosophy disguised
as experience and economics, he
turns to poetry, to the darkness
within, and finds it ablaze.
The salesman sits by his window
counting his contracts, dreaming
his sales, calculating the cost
of raindrops on his soul.
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Fire in the Earth
Photograph: Flames by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.