The New Fire
Man worked centuries to harness fire
To look on flame is to know comfort and caution
So deeply ingrained a flicker in our psyche
And still it eludes our control
And the fire upon which you gaze?
When our natural response is a springy fear?
I light a candle next to my chair
And stare into light
Neils Clark :: Oct.18.2007 :: Real Men Write Poetry. True Story. ::
