I took my time.
I had a beer.
Talked to a friend.
It was his birthday
And I love him
So it seemed right.
The big fire was 12 miles away.
We all thought we’d sleep here tonight.
When the order came I left a half eaten burrito in the sink.
I left my box of papers on the floor.
I thought I had more clothes.
When I got to SF I had about half of what I thought.
What mattered was with me.
Photos of my mom,
My childhood crystal and gem collection,
And a relative abundance of of work clothes …
I went to work
Finding comfort on the mountain,
Searching, leading, being led.
Nature, show me.
We were called off by another fire
Like all the other fires.
Week two is harder.
Chaos finds me.
Coming home is good
But I can’t concentrate
So I brush