Helping the Fires
 
It wasn’t the flames that hated us
nor the heat that they carried.
 
It wasn’t the ash they embargoed
past our breathing borders. It wasn’t
permission the fire sought. Nor good.
 
Yet good happens, in even the smallest
of increments. And in these tiny bits
we place our hopes and prayers.
 
We bless this mess of debris and rubble.
We send our thoughts and prayers
to the lush, burnt landscape.