When my world
burns down around me
I take the cold ash
and crush it
between my fingers and thumb
I roll it in my upturned palm-
a shaking hand whisking
back and forth
for the empty beliefs
that landed as thoughts
and manifested action
which led to this inferno
I empty, seeing black dust stains
stick to skin
as a reminder
of creative destruction
I bend
to the ashen rubble
on the earth
and know that only
and water
and time
will promise change
I call the new shoots
to unfurl.