Spark
It was a spark.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Just the tiniest ember that reminds me
of what it's like to be warmed by a fire.
But that spark brings with it hope...
hope and renewal and inevitable frustration,
as I sit and clash stone against stone
trying to recreate that moment of collision
(when the two objects made contact)
in the hopes that a spark will be created again.
A spark. Nothing more, nothing less
is all I need to take these dried and withered pieces
of something that once grew lush and green
and start them ablaze with the promise of something new.
Just a few embers is all I need
to keep me hopeful for a little longer.
Just another spark could get the fires going. |
©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be
reproduced in any form without permission from the author.
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