John Prophet

Fireplace

I 

stare,

stare into

the flames.

Mesmerized.

I

hear the 

sound of 

creation.

The 

snap, crackle,

pop of

creation.

I see 

embers flying

like burning

stars 

spinning

in infinity.

I 

see time,

present and

past, while

contemplating

 future time.

It’s all

in the

flames.

Parsing 

existence.

Turning it

over, teasing

it out.

So much

to

contemplate.

Making sense,

trying to

make sense.

Impossible.

Impossible,

to know,

impossible to

understand 

creations

meaning,

its raison d\'etre.

Futile,

no way

of knowing.

I stare into

the flames.

Mesmerized!