Celebration

I stood with fire in my hands on the threshold of winter
still water on my left hand
a rushing cataract on my right
evergreens behind me
a birch far off ahead.
There was singing
a few steps reminiscent of dancing.
I offered my person a sip of fire from my hands and she accepted.
We drank flame, then we breathed out darkness
and stood
and were silent together
and went home