June 21, 2016, Prescott-
I read the tortured words of an angel, just now
and wonder at the eyes that don’t see,
the hearts that don’t feel.
I love, stay close, and don’t see her as a burden.
I listened, on Sunday, to my son’s angst
over his future,
and wonder how such a talented, fastidious soul
could question his own worth.
I love, stay close, and don’t see him as unworthy.
I will soon head out to yet another fire shelter.
We will do what we can to comfort, soothe and reassure
those whom nature, in her wrath, has cast aside.
We love, stay vigilant and don’t see them as nuisances.
The day is long here,
and we hydrate, stay cool and stand in awe of the Sun.
The day is short, down there,
and they bundle up, stay warm and seek the comfort of the Moon.
I have more work to do, on here, so stay tuned.