Like Fire, I roll,
Smoothing waves before me,
Breaching private corners in
A headlong frenzy.

I burn.

As if to say "listen,"
A shake-up in sandals
Walking upon water--
A holy spirit,
A perfect host,
Commander-in-chief
Of this wall of flame.
Tongue-wagging mongrels
Watch from the shore--
Society's begotten beggars in their
Stiff white collars.
They point and stare.

I burn.

Movement fast-forward,
Quickened pace, flame upon the water,
Dancing specks of lava mist leave a trail
Of desire out behind me.
It smacks the shore--
The dark suits shield their eyes--
Their lust cannot lift them,
Their greed cannot bend,
The technicalities of their pummeled minds
Must brace against this vision.

I burn.

Across the water
My feet glide smooth,
Pure, protected dreams embraced
In an attitude befitting this path of joy.

Dena L. Moore
October 7, 2002