There was a madness within the fire.
A casting out of angry ashes, competing
madly with explosive sparks, rising rapidly
until absorbed into darkness.
I sit closer to the flames as the heat drenches
my shirt; my back remains cold.
The crackling logs sound like fireworks,
transporting my thoughts to July 4th watching
plumes, stars and electric circles overhead.
The smoke twists upward, moving quickly
from earths bond, defying gravity, sharply
curving, following the sparks and then
Disappearing.
Roger Singer 