I Remember
by Hyel

I remember

Bits of wood flew from my hands
my knife danced
as I sat in the corner of the room

My worn and old hands I saw
as I looked at my work
the white meat of wood surfacing beneath my hands

The fire warmed my bones
sweet warm fire
like a whisper of the peace beyond

The girl patched clothes
Humming a familiar tune
I loved her

The folk sat the night away
within the country kitchen
I carved wood in front of the fire

and loved them.