1.0The Sourcehttps://the-source.netrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="VLv8oxW9Yd"><a href="https://the-source.net/following-fire/">Following Fire</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://the-source.net/following-fire/embed/#?secret=VLv8oxW9Yd" width="600" height="338" title="“Following Fire” — The Source" data-secret="VLv8oxW9Yd" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(c,l){"use strict";var e=!1,o=!1;if(l.querySelector)if(c.addEventListener)e=!0;if(c.wp=c.wp||{},c.wp.receiveEmbedMessage);else if(c.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if(!t);else if(!(t.secret||t.message||t.value));else if(/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret));else{for(var r,s,a,i=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),n=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=0;o<n.length;o++)n[o].style.display="none";for(o=0;o<i.length;o++)if(r=i[o],e.source!==r.contentWindow);else{if(r.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message){if(1e3<(s=parseInt(t.value,10)))s=1e3;else if(~~s<200)s=200;r.height=s}if("link"===t.message)if(s=l.createElement("a"),a=l.createElement("a"),s.href=r.getAttribute("src"),a.href=t.value,a.host===s.host)if(l.activeElement===r)c.top.location.href=t.value}}},e)c.addEventListener("message",c.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",t,!1),c.addEventListener("load",t,!1);function t(){if(o);else{o=!0;for(var e,t,r,s=-1!==navigator.appVersion.indexOf("MSIE 10"),a=!!navigator.userAgent.match(/Trident.*rv:11\./),i=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),n=0;n<i.length;n++){if(!(r=(t=i[n]).getAttribute("data-secret")))r=Math.random().toString(36).substr(2,10),t.src+="#?secret="+r,t.setAttribute("data-secret",r);if(s||a)(e=t.cloneNode(!0)).removeAttribute("security"),t.parentNode.replaceChild(e,t);t.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:r},"*")}}}}(window,document); </script> By Andy Mitchell The featured act waved him off. They shooed him away, The man juggling aluminum Baseball bats, And tennis rackets – All of which were on fire! The touring group had come seeking The glory they believed was theirs. And here was a grown man Playing with fire, A real rock star in disguise Mesmerising the crowd before him. Well, the band grew inflamed As they took the stage. Wasn’t the limelight rightfully theirs? So they shooed him away; They waved him off, this man Who was stealing their show. For how in the world were they – The featured act – supposed to Follow fire?   Catching Fire Ordinarily I trudge home alone At the end of the day, knee- Deep in twilit reflection.   Tonight I had company. Tonight I was joined By my niece and my nephew. While the former served as guardian angel, The latter was the perfect shadow Of my former self, Flipping his water bottle Over and over Until it cleared a certain tree branch Landing on the sidewalk Sometimes upright, Sometimes not, When, out of the fading blue… A lightning bug, A firefly. (Personally I’ve called them Both.) At this point my nephew forgot His bottle, Cupping his hands  Not for the rush Of water Righting itself Contained – rather For the timeless joy of catching Fire in flight.