A Burning


Some may say crackle
others pop, a crinkling
sound, but listen
It is the rush of
water within fire
The burning slithers
down the mountain
it blows too, no, it’s not
the wind’s feeding, it is
fire’s voice
The elements share this
alchemy, right in front of our senses

You don’t believe me?
Listen for yourself;
transform flesh
over flame-release
love’s ashes
windward-dive into
the body water is
known to be, you are
guilty but you may come clean
if you believe
their earthbound mantra can redeem
your white noise of denial

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer

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About vsvevg

Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog in 2010 to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. In 2015, my then-husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. In 2022, with mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I started a sustainable food systems consulting business. Happily, I also have more time for my first love-- writing about food and the complexities of the simple life.

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