The candle is lit
as I sit
in the silence of the crib room
where my writing begins.
A small pop of a sound,
Almost like a drop of water-
Plop,
Enters the silence of the crib room.
What is the origin of this sound?
The bottle of water on the nightstand?
Is it raining outside?
What else in this corner of the crib room could cause the sound?
Plop with an edge,
More of a crackle.
Looking at the candle,
I notice that it is burning bright,
yet
there is not much wax left.
Hurry!
Watch!
As the flicker of light dances its final encore,
watching,
the sound has disappeared.
Listen, and
see.
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