A Third Possibility

These days I am always curious about "third ways". Its obvious that our world is highly polarized and uses a lot of black/white, goodguys/badguys, us/them, thinking.

Usually both ways have just as many problems. Which is why third ways are so interesting to me. They're also more difficult to maintain if you're dedicated to resisting the urge to cynically reject everything and go off to be a hermit.

I'm also fascinated by the elements. I feel like they can be used to metaphorically understand anything. I've always like elemental images.

Anyways, here's the poem...

A Third Possibility by Wendell Berry

I fired the brush pile by the creek

and leaping gargoyles of flame

fled over it, fed on it, roaring,