Sage burns in dank dark corners, my mind is set alight
Flickering, sparking, glowing; long into the night.
Sage speaks to me in wisdoms my ancestors got right,
Bold and brave philosophers, self-aware rational fight.
Sage smoulders in polluted air, it cleanses now I breathe,
Fragrant smoke it whispers, no more choking,
‘Arise my suffering knees.’
© Michelle Sotiriou 2019