Ordinary things can some times inspire not-so-ordinary things.

I came across this one from earlier this year while archiving poems from my handwritten journal into digital form. At some point in the last year or so, we inherited a whole bunch of old school matches. Obviously, this worked its way into my brain on some level and you wind up with this particular arrangement of words.

strike on box

step this way
& bring the matches.

everyone
(from time to time)
wants to watch things
burn —

	wood
	circumstance
	the world

but not so many
use matches
anymore.

those cheap plastic
barbie doll lighters
work fine,
but there's no style —
sexless &
destined for the trash.

but a match . . . 

it's own fire
will eventually consume it
totally — ash to ash

& really,
one small flame
is all it takes
anyway.