A Candle, Guttered

A Candle, Guttered


betrayed by this soft groove

a fountainhead of hot time

melted in darkness

its bequest      an uneven trail

pale witness of lives

traded for a compendium of importance

or of trivia      perhaps


did we notice

or were we overcome by such moments

a testimony compiled from abstract fragments

like a seed-cloud

airborne in a ripe dandelion field


perhaps one seed settled

here      or here

an idea given the chance to root

and begin the cycle again


perhaps we talked about dandelions

and what weeds were

no more      you said      than ideas growing

where they were not wanted


I thought of our past

and what had separated us

and how a guttered candle

might tell the whole story