The Dumb Thinker...

from time to time

i stand alone

and think

to the clicks and cracks of the burning wood

it brings me joy

that sound they make

of burning oak

and future mistakes

those poor pines

that once stood tall

like giants of the land

now burn upon the sands

i breath heavy

in and out

my mind walks along the mantel piece

and stumbles upon a photograph

and on that photograph

stands a women

with chisel and hammer in hand

my great grandmother

such power this photograph has

this piece of ancestral history

that stands above the fire

and mocks me whilst i sleep

i search the picture

trying to find some...

and instead ponder the question

by candle light

would i

could i

be something

like her.