The Fire is My Only Sun

Small flames waver against black

like a jellyfish underwater; they lack

substance.

The fringe of night remains sketched,

the shadows pushed back and stretched

to veil countless beasts,

the edge of the campsite is torn.

I know, I know they wait,

with appetites large they must sate,

and tempers strong and irate.

But I'm here to watch this fire

and no matter how dire,

I'll stay by my only sun.