BROTHER, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother–
Not for years, anyhow;
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,
Hold you close, wrap you in circles,
Use you and change you–
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Where the moon slants and wavers.
I really like this poem but i have no idea what it means!!!!
I believe it’s about the continuity of life….from the perspective of fire, the first element to ever be harnessed by early man. It’s incredibly evocative…haunting and yet comforting. So it goes…