Sitting on the cold ground my back on a fallen tree,
I could ruminate about that, but no
I throw another log on the fire.
Watching the sparks illuminate the night
a volcano of broken light staining the blackness.
Shadows beyond the light, move
with the flicking firelight.
I'm surrounded by dancing shadows,
swaying to the crickets or something else.
The fire licks at the dark
reminding the shadows of
who's in charge.