Embers Around a Fire

Embers  around a Fire
Fire crackling      embers burning  
Little sparks wafting
in the torrent of heated air,
                                     rising
        A vortex
                    a place
                              a whirlpool

Sometimes
One looks down and sees ,
crystal waters shoaling
often the Sun
                  glints like diamonds
off the white capped tips of crest
waves
mayhap the wheeling singularity,
those self same vertices
that jumbled matrix

Twisted and shorn
                     Lovingly the hand
runs over skin freshly
                     bereft and forlorn
hair today and gone again
            who would have thought

Taken and riven
those sightless eyes watching
Does He need to know
Nay He knows it already.

Harried fingers rubbed raw
                           Strings taken
pulls attempted  
works Only on those
who think in a rut  
             immured by experience
to be a way
Who knew what He did
                 she certainly did not