I am the hearth bellow,
the singular reason This Fire
glows and crackles:
in, out, in, out.
Do I notice the odd green and citrine flames?
Do I recognize the heat radiating from my cheeks?
Do I see my children, fed by the meals created on this Hearth?
Do I hear the force of the pops,
notice the safety from the wolves?
My outbreath is my everyday.
My inbreath, my God.