Keep water handy - written in November 2016

Keep water handy

Green pauses in the grey day, and, in reflection on the

surface of the drying pond, scum covered, this draught has brought

casualty to even our own images of our

selves, dry souls in a dry land, while insistent brush fires crawl

their smoky, consuming flame-ways to lap at our clothing

and our scorchable skin.  This is the way malice works its

way into the personal or the political shapes

of our malleable worlds, so keep water handy, be
it holy or not, for all of us suffer from that thirst.