June 30, 2017, Prescott-
This was a day,
four years ago,
when the world fell in on us.
Nineteen men,
most of them young,
fell before Mother Nature.
The shelters,
to which they had fallen back,
served as their sepulchres.
Four years later,
I sit in another shelter,
dealing with the winding down,
of the fire this time.
It will not be anyone’s tomb.
I think, however,
of the bubbles,
in which many of us
take mental refuge.
They become suffocating,
limiting,
and enervating.
I fell into such a bubble,
over the past few days.
Seeing demon mirages,
letting my mind lead
to a few dark corners.
It’s nice to have a pin,
and pop the bubble.
A Sagittarian Seeker 
Nice, Gary!
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Thank you, Judy.
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Great poem, Gary — but do enjoy that me-time and pop those bubbles!!
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It may well seem the Lawrence Welk Show!
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😀🎶😎
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Introspection can be valuable. You are self aware and have the power to “pop” the dark bubbles… So glad you were able to be part of the Red Cross team that made such a difference in all those people’s lives! I applaud you!
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it has made a big difference in the comfort levels of the people affected. I am glad to see that most of the communities affected have had their evacuation orders lifted.
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