The Camp at Dawn

Opportunity’s flammable gas.
The burning heart jumps when some blows through
And sinks again once that wisp’s consumed.

Poke at the coals. Let in oxygen.
There’s a glow again. Can you keep it?
The fire dies down so slowly for some.

For some, so sudden. It was going,
Taking hold, even. And then, nothing
But a thin curl of smoke from the ash.