Play with Matchsticks

Why do some people feel they should play with matchsticks when somewhere somehow a house burns down to the ground?

Picture

There was an oak tree by the creek

At the crack of dawn it’s a picture

Sun in the background

The oak silhouetted

Glazed horizon, orange

In half light

And you walking

I watching out

For stones scattered

On the path ahead

For your head is in the clouds

While your feet are on the ground