It is wildfire smoke season again
and with it comes an intermittent
unsettling stillness
not a calmness
not a tranquility
not a peacefulness
but a disquietude
that leads the living
to hold their collective breath
and quietly wait
for that breeze of hope
to soothe one’s skin
to cool one’s lungs
to silence one’s fear
The simplicity of this poem is everything!