I don't often write poetry...

But when I do…

Too Few

There are too few
perfect fires—
they flame unbidden almost,
consume without trouble
the kindling, wood,
and are warmth
from their flare till their end.
If you get a perfect fire,
acknowledge it,
tend it
because you desired it so.
And then
be faithful.
Help it burn,
and do not
extinguish
that for which you have hoped.