Acorn Fire

Child––
Dreamer of dreams
Born in the season of light during the desolation of earth,
the desolation of family.
Gone––

I remember the light, though it was cooler.
Now when it comes it melts, scorches, and peels—
no longer loving or together, just
Gone
Displaced––

The taste of pumpkin pie and delicate whipped cream,
the singing, the laughing, the planning—
always together, but now—
Gone
Silent
Dissolved––

Divided, dead, or absent,
our names have all been burned.
We were a unit, but now—
Gone
Lost
Left
Vanished––

Child––
Someday I hope you know love.
Sometimes the acorn needs fire to populate.
Like the phoenix born anew you are

––Here––