Waiting for the Rains
20 miles to the north the Bolt Creek fire burns
up a draw towards the ridge climbing
along lines laid deep in the soil
it burns first one way
then another
the weird sentience of wild fire
its imperative to consume and grow
now blocked and burning back on itself
burning the trees to charcoal and
then burning the charcoal again
hotter and hotter
we too are burning
and re-burning the same ground
waiting to be quenched.
Published on The Laundry Line 22 April 2025.
