blades
not of grass
slice palpable
through dense heavy air
thwap-thwap-thwap
scoopers
not for soup
endless hollows of lake
lifted to the zone above
500 gallons dropped again and again
fire
out of place
bursts onto scene
when and where it wants
like hide and seek peek a boo
property
of the earth
back to ashes but
hearts still pulse souls still resound
thank you fire fighters-boots on the ground-forestry
bodies
every size shape and being
evacuated
on alert in fight or flight
safety first we understand though difficult
calm
not of storms
but of the wrapping of self in arms
of a loved one knowing
all is well we’re in good hands
by Faye Arcand.