The Waking Fire

Photo by Siim Lukka on Unsplash

A Poem by Patrick Ragan

The Light shines brightest at dawn

when the air is below 30 degrees.

My eyelids, with a soon-to-be frost

over them, open to a put-out fire.

Oh, to have it lit again. 

To have warmth cover me

like a blanket of sunlight, this is what I seek. 

Do I look to someone else to start it?

Or do I take matters into my own hands?

Maybe I’ll make the decision soon, but 

for now my icy eyelids will close 

like a door to a house with many rooms.

Patrick Michael is a young man who loves God, great food, and has a natural desire to write creatively. He lives in Fontana, California where he supports his local football team through coaching young athletes.