Blaze It

Sometimes I feel

I need to be left alone.

To sit with myself and let the

Emotions rage thru me like

Absolute from-hell-fire.

I feel the fire is cleansing.

I've always had an attachment

To ashes, to burnings things,

And holding on to them until

They make their eventual way thru

My own slippery-foolish-ending-fingers.

It's kind to let such things go…

When I let the Horrifyingly mundane yet unpredictable moments of life

Have their way with me,

They give me something:

Something strange and self deprecating;

Some too-specific-truth, designed to

Weave it's way to shape and guide me--

Braiding itself thru the green-blue

pathways Of my mind as well as

the not-quite-certainly paved roads of life--

For the better in the end.

I am pleased that life has taken me down

This strangely, unmistakably creative trail.

It's been a pleasure to blaze it.