The Firepit

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We gathered around the firepit.

Eight of us, strangers mostly,

yet all were invited in.

Hasty introductions were made,

the fire was blazing,

the smoke drifting,

in our firepit getaway.

Conversations were light,

the stars were ablaze and abundant

and Buddy held his guitar

as if waiting to be asked to play.

And so, we did.

And so, he did.

His strum was soothing,

his voice was oozing

falsetto, baritone, and all other

colors of the musical spectrum.

The minstrel and his guitar,

a perfect time for a perfect evening

at the firepit by the sea.

He strummed and sang,

we sometimes sang too.

We sank down into this simple pleasure.

We were invited in

and we knew that we belonged.

Amy brought out her Zucchini bread.

This morning it was alive

and connected to the vine.

Tonight, it was laced with lemon zest icing.

We tasted, savored, enjoyed,

as its sweetness lingered on our tongues,

Todd and Brian brought the Cod.

Early that morning,

they dove and speared six large ones.

We each added our contributions,

And we feasted while gathered

‘round the firepit by the sea.

We were invited into this firepit gathering.

We didn’t have to say much, do much,

Didn’t have to give our life history,

Except ‘where y’all from.’

We were there for the gathering together,

the warmth of the firepit

and the warmth of new friendships.

It was a firepit kind of night,

and we drank deeply

from the openness of the fellowship

and the warming blaze in the firepit.

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Seeds

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Behold a seed.

It holds everything necessary

for life to be continued.

It’s all there,

in one little seed.

I search out seeds

of ideas, every day.

Looking for nuggets

of thoughts

that just may bring

hope alive in fellow travelers.

Behold the potential of a seed.

Behold the abundance one seed can offer.

With proper planting,

and nurturing,

the harvest bursts forth.

Is it a harvest of good …?

good food,

good shade,

good beauty,

good words and deeds?

I possessed the seed of

an idea once.

I thought, pondered, researched,

asked questions, wrote,

pondered some more.

And behold …

the seed grew into an entity,

an entity called Up-Words.

Bill Gates’ seed became Microsoft,

and then the Gates Foundation.

Mr. Boeing’s seed became a plane.

Thomas Jefferson’s seed became America.

Mustard seeds or avocado seeds ...

Small or large, they serve a purpose.

What will become of your seed?

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Wander

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

“See the end before

you begin the journey”

they say.

That is well and good

for purpose-driven tasks.

But I like to wander.

I like to go nowhere, hurry nowhere.

I like to meander, stroll,

put my hands in my pockets

And just … wander.

If I come to a fork in the road,

I’ll pick it up and eat pie.

If I see something interesting

I’ll stop and stare.

If I hear good music,

I’ll sway to the beat,

or direct them with my little finger.

I like to wander.

I like to drive slowly down backroads.

I like hills and valleys,

ocean views and mountain tops.

I like little cafes,

soda pop out of an old cooler,

and hotdogs with mustard.

I want to wander for a bit.

You go on ahead.

I’ll catch up eventually.

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