It started out an innocent flicker.

A spark.

A flash.

A baby born to consume all in its path
given the right conditions and the right fuel.
Here in its nest, it found both and,
protected from predators, it took root and grew.

From spark to flame.

As it grew, it danced--merrily.
Swaying hypnotically from side to side.
Then up and around and over and through,
darting with purpose and glee.

And its whisper grew to a roar.

--Vanessa Sgroi, 2004