.“We didn’t become humans when we invented tools,” “We became human when we looked at the person sitting across the fire and began to tell stories.”
-Guthrie Stafford
Flames burn and wrap around the darkness between us,
the light of the tree that once lived is re-igniting in its renewed since of purpose.
A single word is carried over the blue-grey smoke,
over the fragile distance,
something shifts in evolutions curve.
The heart is given a voice, a new song-
to then tell the stories that should be told.
-Joshua Fleming