I am translucent in the age of nothing to lose

Whether you want me or wave me by

My middle gets to experience fire

From a crackle, to a raging blaze, comes a struggling smolder

I’ll give you time

During which I’ll gather kindling

Clean the fireplace

Sweep the hearth

I’ll give you space

In which I’ll grow open and toil with elemental joy and pain,

Tend to the timely turning over of soil,

Welcome sunlight

I’ll make the most of this translucence

In the age of nothing to lose

Turn wanting into a cure for heartache

I’ll crackle ablaze and rage. There is nothing to lose.