Cate Whitehead
Photography and Poem By Derek Probst
And so she’s created, a small yellow spark Born from a mighty coal in a hearth mostly dark Ignited by laughter and joy without ire She now ventures forth embracing her own arc The flame dances onto nearby pieces of wood Can she visit them all? She hopes that she could No terminus set, nor one does she desire There’s plenty of time left to see all the good Each log that she visits, her warmth is imparted She hopes it stays lit after she has departed No need to fear going out for this little fire She can always rekindle at the place where she started Our ember moves boldly, not seeking acclaim Just to be warmed by love, she wishes others the same And she hopes hopes hopes that what soon transpires Is a roaring fireplace engulfed in bright flame