the ashes we kick

For my friend, Elena, who had a bad day.

the ashes we kick

let us learn, as the bridges burn,
that what we feel is what is real and seals us
to our own best evolution, our awakening
to the little things we need to know
about ourselves and the world of which we are part.
our hearts and minds tell us, each their own way,
and the ashes we kick stick to our feet
to remind us we have walked where there is fire.
and have lived to learn and laugh about it,
although, maybe not today.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.