Forest Fires

I've lost my inspiration to the boils of war.

The smoky summer days filled with flies

Remind me of young motherhood.

I don't deal with the mentally ill well.

Ill will. I am ill. I am well.

I've been standing on the edge of the water for days

Afraid to make it happen for months.

Letting it happen. Letting it go by.

Let yourself be loved.

Look for the good that simultaneously exists within the murky haze.

Most of the battle is won just by

Learning not to be afraid

When the snake bites you

While waiting for the flight of the little bird.