Each Moment a Truth

Here I am,
A certain curiosity,
Energy finding a way
To manifest matter
Simultaneously organizing and abandoning
What seems for the moment truth
A fleeting illusion of certainty
Of fly and leaf
Spider and star
Of human hand which can
Take a try at guiding and cajoling
The process
Perhaps it is art, or life
Or the art of life.
And then you see it and wonder
From your own vested manifestation
How
Or why
Or just maybe?

Hawaiian Bonfire

No water could slake this fire
And Pele was pleased.
The cone of wood once green
With life
Now sun dried
Waited for release
And provoked with a match
Exploded into a vortex of flame
Heat spawning heat
Accelerating, purging
Into twisting pillars of light lapping
Into the night
Belching
Sparks and embers
Coursing skyward
Such earthly stars bound to find their ways home
Recapitulating the moment
Of our birth.