lighting a match

casually
you light a
match and hold
it in the air,
cupping your hand
to try and keep
the flame alive,
but the wind
immediately
blows it out.
you try another,
and another,
and just as
quickly the
cold winter
breeze douses
the short hot
lick of fire
before
it can touch
your finger.
before you can
light the way.
something has
to give, something
has to change.