April 21: Illuminate

by allisonkujiraoka

There’s no way until I see it

and no seeing till it’s lit

There’s no word until I hear it

and no hearing while unfit

Illuminate

I don’t want to start the fire myself

with a fistful of kindling

this mangy brushwood

rubbing sticks in a crosswise formation

hoping for a spark

of light and warmth.

And should I coax friction into flame,

I’m afraid of getting burned.

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