Fire

You took
my pile of wood
and destroyed it

that woodpile
has dogged my every step
across the yard 
and down to the creek

for years it has gotten taller
wider deeper
wetter greener
bullying me
taunting me

hiding yellow jacket nests
maybe hornets
maybe mice or moles
hiding dark unknown things
my mind reels

getting higher and wider
stressing me out
never thinking about it
but always on my mind
it had to go

my pile of wood now
in one short day
decimated
ashen
gone

fire
a flame from a match
starts tiny, weak
grows into a power
indefensible 
a wonderment
it gives me awe

it takes my woodpile
Yes! I am free!