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From six hundred miles away,
the smoke arrives to fill the air here
and I wake to the scent of burning,
wake to the haze of what was once
tree and weed and home and flesh.
I cannot fathom the stories that enter me
with every breath.
Let the ears do what the nose does—
be sensitive to stories beyond this room,
beyond this canyon, this region, this nation.
There are so many ways we burn.
I want to listen beyond words,
listen the way the heart can
only when its walls are down.
I want to listen to the world
the way the nose takes in the news
of the distant Bighorn Mountains,
how it wakes me up and scrapes me out,
lighting a fire in me, wildly aware
of how vast the world is,
filled with terror and courage.
I can make the world so small sometimes,
hearing only the story of me.
But today on the wind,
I can’t not know how connected we are.
Though it isn’t easy, though it frightens me,
this is how I want to listen.

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One Inexplicable

 

years ago the wildfire—

this morning in my hair

faint scent of smoke

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