fix and ember

i wait and i wait and i wait

for whom

i sure don’t know

for what

i’d like to know

i’m waiting for you maybe

i’m waiting to hatch or grow

i’m waiting for the words to flow

again

i’m waiting for my fix

for a string of words or that one kiss

confusion doesn’t make a verse

a word at a time is but one step at a time

yet i breathe as i write and it needs out

that fiery thought begging to take shape

though no line gets through a locked jaw

the stunted fireling moans

growing where it cannot grow

misshapen

burning in the dark where it cannot glow

undying fire

(21 mars 2019)