Iv’e only ever seen it contained.

Once while driving.

Many a times sitting.

Cooking too.

The strange thing is

It’s so present

It’s so known

Yet is it even here?

If you look at it for a while

This weightless thing

You begin to see its lack of shape

Lack of structure and support

Peoples fingers go through it

People’s lives are consumed by it

Yet every time I light a candle

It’s only the candle that’s really there

I’ve been burned by heat

Drowned with snow

But when it comes to fire…

It’s something I never hope to know