A most curious thought came upon me today.

Such a mundane action
Of lighting a candle
Is hardly what one would call
'Thought provoking'.

Yet on this day,
In this very hour,
I suppose I could blame the environment
For this unexpected conflict,
I find myself sympathising with a Matchstick.

One of many,
A most unremarkable one, at that,
That so happened to expire in my hand.

Once it served its purpose,
It was simply blown out without a second glance.
But today,
The mind lingered on an observation.

That matchstick continued to burn,
Albeit a dying ember now.
Yet all it took was a small tremor,
A flick of my wrist,
For that small light
To be snatched away.

How similar material objects are to their creators.

– Maya Desdemona