Volcanic Wildfire

Now I am certain of nothing But your existence, in chaotic disbelief. The scurry of feet patter down the path Of the avenue & city blocks downtown. As beautiful as you are dangerous, Now open to the world around you. A fiery ship intentionally dragging it’s Anchor in obsession. Not knowing how or when to stop. The smog of smoke eases its way down. We all were told to evacuate. What is this place? What is this promise made anew? Some days are better than others, The stars blend in with the search lights. At times it’s hard to tell which is which. I stand in both shock & awe. It looks like the sky has split open, The closest I’ll ever get to the sun Not knowing how, or when to stop You’ve always been familiar to me