In this genesis you’ve no choice but to be
their fireside patsy suited best to grinning
while bearing it; as far as you can tell the
scene isn’t discriminated as either for, or
against, your presence; but it’s a fireside,
and that is a comfort - if only in the sense
seen best in a glowing warmth of firelight,
so you don’t buck the trend - while you’re
not sure yet whether a guest - or their kin
so far you’re quite content to just enjoy
and then you let this realisation begin its
transcendent effervescence, you’re here
because you want an encumbrance-free
contemporaneity - one letting you fit into
the glow of its reason for being
so here at the fireside you’re born again
©7 February 2016, I. D. Carswell
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