The Internal Size Up
“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”
-Ernest Hemingway
The mind rewinds tactics,
time. Stihl growls, ladders raised
from the dead, silence that fills
your ears. The hook shouts
in a sturdy sound, saw splits the sea
of shingles in a fiery kerf. Thoughts louvered defeats and victories,
light off
tumbling towards the sky.
Brow turned down, gut turned
up. Assuredness is kindling
with no spark, cold and dry. Humility drives the working engine
that stokes the fire
in the hearts of those
who fight it.