June 20, 2018
There’s a wildfire burning somewhere. It’s not far off now, they say. And at the cabin, we thought we were safe. We wanted to be safe. We ignored the fire. Like it fed on our thoughts. Like it could be snuffed out with ignorance. But someone just warned us, it’s getting closer. So maybe we’ll shut the doors. Windows now too. Hold each other tight and wait. And maybe, just maybe we’ll be able to forget about it again. Let it burn without the pleasure of our acknowledgment to feed on.
When We Were the Birds 