Wednesday, September 9, 2020

contrast

 It's raining, and cool.
After  breakfast,
I'll clean the cellar.

In the hills near my sisters in East San Diego,
the Valley Fire rages, 11% contained.
Their cars are packed, warned that evacuation is
uncertain,
and could happen quickly.

If this weather contrast were animals,
my northern cold
could be a Costa Rican three-toed sloth,
its slow metabolism creeping
like coolness through the body.

Fire's a bee, seizing the urgency of its
energy as fuel, and forcing itself
to feed,
to spread seed,
make make more of itself.