A Personal fire
There is a certain satisfaction
In an evening spent by an old wood stove
Reading familiar lines from worn pages while
Bathing in the soft, crackling light
Of a fire that was placed there by hand
Using driftwood that came in on the tide
Some six, ten, fourteen months ago
Split, dried and stacked
Then put to the match
On a cold October night
Warming body and soul in a quick release of spastic molecules
As if designed solely for this random moment
To smooth the ragged edges of an autumn chill
And to connect with an ancient protocol.
About Ken Campbell
New Release
A story of sea kayaking and science on the rugged coast of Alaska. Coming – Spring 2014.
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