the first

 

I dreamed
of a flame
I’d never seen
before

but I knew
it
like the oldest
of my familiars

see
I’ve sat
before the fire
for a thousand nights

or a thousand years

or
all of my life
I have watched
that small flame
dancing

and in my dream
my body
rises

I sway
and I writhe
as smoke
mesmerizes
my mind

and I’m back
in the place
where once
I lit
the first fire

I sway
and I writhe
in the ecstasy
of flame

~

Poem #566 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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