Desert Fire
The desert in North Africa at night,
big sky country,
the stars a glittering arc
from here to eternity
above the red earth.
The campfire demands our focus,
hypnotic in its attraction,
flames darting like small red
desert creatures
leaping from bark to branch to leaf;
a soft vapor of heat
the caress of breath
from a living thing.
Flames whirl and writhe in frenetic movement,
I see tribal dancers in the flames,
cinders rise on the smoke
to float like newborn
fireflies.
The fire with great red wings
a resurrected phoenix,
a dancing partner
making a connection.
Drawn into the dance I see
the crimson and orange veils,
strength fearsome to behold,
yet beautiful, so beautiful,
alive with heat,
and I understand
the magic of the
desert.
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