AlvernoINK Spring / Fall 2017 - Page 110


I often light a candle to help me prepare for meditation. After about 20 minutes of silence, blowing out a candle can feel like a big event. I love to watch the flame leave the string of the wick. This poem is simply observing that event in minute detail. Of course, I had to imagine the sigh, but there is the faintest whisper of sound as a wick goes out, so the sigh wasn’t too big of a leap. I was happy when the lines about the scent of smoke and wax came into the poem because I know that poems are more powerful when they appeal to more of our senses; this poem appeals to sight, hearing, smell, and maybe (with “the wick’s / tight curl”) touch.