little embers It began with a little ember I caught off a spark from the filament of your iris, that sea, that web, that portal you called a stargate. … From your feet I gathered kindle, so that ember could have a nest. I placed it in my left breast pocket, where it rested, where it rooted, where it became a phoenix’s egg. … And on the day of your goodbye, I reached for that weight in my pocket, I laid it at the place you once stood, at the point of our collision, at the point of our cohesion, I followed your instructions and formed a pyre. … With your light that never left me, I lit the first, the best, gift you ever gave to me, and remembering your present with reverent eyes, I saw a flame rise. I saw a phoenix stoked. I saw little embers break for the stars. -08.14.12- M. L. Michael
little embers
It began with a little ember
I caught off a spark
from the filament of your iris,
that sea, that web,
that portal you called a stargate.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 