I wrote this poem about the moments where we lose ourselves in the simplest things, even for just a second. Anything can be simple from the right perespective, just like anything can be a tangled web of complicated from another.

The crackling candle light

Fills the room

With enchanting caramel shadows

And shines like a dazzling pumpkin

Alone in the woods

At midnight

The small fire breaks through darkness

In a pillar

Of the purest amber cream.

The forest fired cottage

Streamed with dreaming beams

Brings

Sunburnt sawdust

Wafting through open air

Before re-settling

On the place it desires.

The whirring of constant life,

Work,

Sequence,

and repetitive motions

I almost forget

Like blue lost from fire

The moment of wonder

That I desired.