Take this
cold glass of water.
Let it slake your thirst,
like a late
spring rain
quenches the earth.
I could see
conditions getting dry,
perfect for a wildfire.
Don’t want to spend
another summer
breathing smoke,
or wondering
if we will lose our home.
No threat,
if I can make sure
things stay wet.
I can see it
in your eyes,
the spark that kindles
every time,
that handle
you’re about to
fly off of,
was made with love,
but it’s getting hotter.
Once the forest is tinder dry,
I won’t see you cry,
you’ll just explode
and we’ll have to fight
another wildfire.
That’s why
I breathe a sigh
of relief
every time
a good, soaking rain
comes by.
Even a lighting strike
won’t set the world alight.
The rhythm
of the steady fall
seems to soothe the beast
within us all,
and maybe we might
make it to the Fall
without a wildfire.
HG – 2021
