fire pit - a poem about the impermanence of friendship and time
This is one of my first poems. I’ve been thinking a lot about the impermanence of time and trying to find meaning in today when tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
I hope you enjoy it and if you have any feedback, please pass them along!
fire pit
the North Star guides
our trek down a path
to a clearing only we know
an ash pit taking centre stage
one hauls the wood
another gathers kindling
she prepares the lawn chairs
and I get the match
smoke twists through the branches
and fire flickers red
and before long
everything returns
as if no time had passed
stories are shared
followed by giddy jests
with the kind of laughter
that leaves your stomach sore
as the fire dies down
belongings are packed
and no trace is left
of secrets now shared
and since then
the path overgrew
but I still remember
the North Star above us
and wonder when
the fire pit will greet us again