This scent of evergreens. Cones sealed tight,
waxy & ready to open like unclenching fists
in prayer. That is the same no matter geography.
Unfurling promises, ripening between burned resin
& cedar logs smoldering, sinking, sustaining.
Lightest of embers accosting forests. Think
climate change, globalization, the physics of
fire calculated in laboratories. Consider the way
towns verging upon cities are engulfed. Aftermath:
scorched trunks, sandy soil, & barrenness.
Even wildfires have a season, unconfined through
sleepless nights and specializing in destruction.
You can slow most things down to a dream, but
the best you can do with fires is to have them linger.
Stretch out this heat—thread beginning & ending.
Such unknowing we thrust upon ourselves. Even when
denying them shapes, bundles & bunches before
breaking. This present makes beggars out of all of us.
See this summer dust crumbling, thick & heavy. It is
astonishing how long ruined things will burn.