3 poems on fragility and resilience from the hot season

it was dry, then, and dusty. i wrote poetry.

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Today I have been thinking about the dry season. Perhaps it is because it is so wet here right now, and because it feels like the year is flying by.

But the dry season did happen. The smoke and the heat and the crunch under our feet. It happened, and we watered and we came through it.

During this dry season, there were little storms that blew through and made things fresh again. I sat with different friends and we talked about many things: God, the world, ourselves, our pets, our dreams. Here are some images and poems from that time.

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a pause

the burning time
a pause in the flames
wind gusts and rain
such big drops
storms saturating
the earth until new grass grows
tiny plants connected

we are so much more fragile
our burning shivers away
connection until i sit here
in the river with both of you

on separate days because you will not
come here together and am i the lucky one?
the one who comes to the river
twice as often… the golden light
the tire swing, the boys throwing water

this is not the fruit i hoped for
but more of a continual walk, i see
a march toward the good place
the good kingdom

how can we be burned to dust?
our witness? our words ashes
on this overwhelmingly sad day
we sent away our refugees
we had no safe space for them

you taught the young people to hate again
there is no scapegoat for their pain

life is
life is hard
life is beautiful

three truths that are no one’s fault
find refuge. find refuge in these truths
that you are a speck of dust
and that you are beautiful like gold
like light, like a river
the golden light
the tire swing
the people going by.

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