Waiting for Fire to Rise
Feb 12, 2022
Soon it will be a thousand days
since you died.
My heart stirs now and then:
this is what to do next,
this is who needs you next.
I go to people who are sick,
to the one struggling, or stuck.
Someone needs me: I can help,
I perk up, I get to work.
In my usual way I give —
all of who I am
but, fire is gone. Nothing
sears my mind, my heart;
body and soul are not ablaze.
Stirring fades. I am only
embers now.