state of emergency // poem

pray before the blackened pine

I dread the moment, inevitable

like a heart pounding

as it longs for a shore, calm and steady

while curiosity is a swelling mark

relished by time for its stories of 

loss and discovery

the numbing ache of news, a disaster 

that has fuel still to burn

we sit on the fence, when the body is 

rested it is easier to touch 

the cold bones of reality and pursue hot

blooded streams, honest river mouths 

pursed in a wry smile 

the in-between worlds is what wears 

us out 

the waiting indoors, inside out 

of regular lives, begging to 

no one 

for the ash to settle, for the 

smoke to turn memory 

into resolve and let only love


like bush fire. 

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