poetry

NCAR Fire

NCAR Fire

the land itself belches smoke
long columns stretch to sky

we haven’t seen them linked before
these realms of earth and air

no safe time now
no safe place

every day the possibility
that earth will stream to sky

poetry

natural dissonance

natural dissonance

the irony isn’t lost on me
running the air purifier
and the oven self-clean cycle
simultaneously:
we all do our best
to manage our inconsistencies

in the dark
under the stars
Fennec is tense with listening
uncomfortable to be out in the wild night
but curious what’s here

inside, the boys squabble over
who can help rip out the carpet
Alex says it’s like Huck Finn
but we all breathe easier
when the orange shag’s removed

at the spring
we all look up and know
this is why we’re here

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whether to know

whether to know

two ways today I’m asked
if I want to know
what’s in the air we’re breathing
and the answer is
I don’t know

because we can’t stop bringing it into our bodies
and we aren’t the type to pick up and move

the numbers may tell us
what we don’t want to hear
but if we don’t know
at least we don’t know

Margaret says,
We’re doomed. And?

Sarah says,
Don’t give your worries swimming lessons.

I say,
When can I just breathe easy?
And, will my children ever?