Essential Elements

Through time, I’ve come to realize

That beating around the bush

Won’t ignite a flame;

So I take a timid step in the cluster of weeds

And try to extract kindling


Life is like this, too

I always find myself

Within the perimeter of my passion,

Within the area of my aspirations, but

Never submerged in the sum

Of my necessities


Then I recall the little things

That give me the most strength:


When I feel ill of the ignorance,

Nas’ Illmatic and It Was Written get

A rotation or two


Toni Morrison will tell me why eyes

Can be dangerous, toxic, when blue


Davis and Coltrane bring out their horns

And get their share of the shade, too


And the serenity of it all,

Always feels brand new


Essentially, my essentials are at

The core of my being

Laying much deeper than even the layers of sediment

Beneath my feet:

Truly, I am a geologist’s dream


But I can’t forget, I am far

From a sedate element

Earth is not otherworldly enough

To transform my spark, into a flame:


So I strike that kindling, again and again,

Until my fire is ablaze


And when it’s contained, I can walk away,

Knowing that I’ll return looking for warmth


On colder days

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741