He taught us how to make fire,..two pieces of wood rubbed together,..
falling apart into sawdust,
friction,... some heat generated.
The dust turns dark, then a tiny bit of smoke,
a sure sign something is happening.
He carefully takes the smoking sawdust coal
places it gently in the middle of soft kindling.
Then I watched him with great attention
give his own loving breath
to grow the flame.
