On the Edge ~ 1

August 2017 on Number One
on the way through Alberta
Last years forest fire.

We’re on the edge of a crucible ~

a crucible of roaring, raging fire and wind

long flicking fingers of flame grasping at fuel

across and into the forest floor of once peaceful debris.

Greedily licking 

crumbling bark before

consuming ancient trees only to send
bursts of cruel embers and ash ~

scouts and emissaries tracking

more fuel to feed the hungry beast

set loose by man.

But we’re only on the edge ~

Smoke, clinging to trees and buildings

darkening the air, hangs breathlessly

carrying particles, gases and moisture

as it drifts away from the crucible

into our cities and towns, farms and villages.

But we’re only on the edge

where the sun throws pale shadows

glowing eerily orange through 

frayed remnants of the firestorm.

Ghostly fragments reach stealthily

into lungs and burrow into life

while I do my laundry.

But we’re only on the edge ~

the edge of a crucible

where brave souls edge 

closer to fire-hot edges of heat and flame.

Miniature gladiators battle passionately 

against the Earth’s angry response 

to humanity’s carelessness, disrespect and greed.

“Aside from forest fire, there’s nothing to be afraid of in the woods, 

except yourself. If you’ve got sense, you can keep out of trouble. 

If you haven’t got sense, you’ll get into trouble, here or anywhere else.”

~ Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods