On Fire

What’s it like to be on fire?

To be on top and lighting it up?

To rise on the heat that ascends intrinsically,

Without umph or emphasis.

With calm quiet,

Silent buoyancy.

With humility and grace, and modest fascination…



I ascend on a glimmering filament

Of hope and wonder.

Of curiosity and creativity.

I look for a crack in the slick flat stop

To get through to tomorrow, the next, the best.


We strive, We cry, We feel, We lose, We loose, We shiver, We quiver,

We never ever ever stop trying to get by.

Now is the time.

To take your next ride. And fly. And try.

Now is to rectify

The long lost days that have passed you by

To get moved and touched, and be sad, and be fond and enjoy

The well of maybe and the hole of how –

The easy lapped up by life and burned in a pyre of motivation


Good night to the girl,

The little young thing that loved you with all her heart because she didn’t know any better.

Good night to the asshole getting one step ahead and fooling everyone into thinking he’s prodigal by blood.


Good riddance to the glow, the know, the fragile tow

Of intention to attention – a step down, so the story goes…

But we are the light – those of us up at night

We are nailing down – when it is time to GO!!!!!