watching for spots - a day on a wildfire

Written by: Wesley Evans

An easy, steady wind 
Picks up and changes direction.
Thick smoke engulfs the line while 
Ash, dust, and grit swarms
Eyes, nose and mouth.
Snot runs unabated.
One eye tightly closed,
The other a squinting sliver.
Throat burning.
The last Nalgene half-full 
Of stale, tepid water.
Infrequent, twenty degree wind 
Bring a momentary reprieve.
Each gulp of fresh air seems
Like a small miracle.
What time is it?
It's going to be a long day.