I enter the water below.
Gasping for breath,
crying when I have it.
Grasping an old wood bridge, cover
from hellfire all ‘round.
Children, flesh of my flesh,
cling to each other
like living life rafts, coughing
I used to sit here, used to fish
on clear, sweet days,
but the wild fire came unbidden.
The fire has a mind
all its own,
Wildfire is Earth’s rage, let loose.
I wait in the stagnant water,
clinging to a larger piece of tinder.