And the rain was upon the earth for forty days and forty nights.
Replace rain with fire
and it’s almost like
it’s happening again.
From the very first day
of the Santa Ana winds
some part of the southland
has burned. No warning
came. No directive to
build an ark.
What kind of boat isn’t
flammable, anyway?
Or maybe I’m not
righteous enough to
receive the instructions.
While people with
infinite money flee their
acreages. While schools
shut down because
they’re concerned about
breathing. While pillars
of smoke, visible by
anyone with eyes
reminds us we may have
screwed this whole thing up.
I’m holding my wife
and son and cats close
pleading for another chance.
We need the sky to
open up and wash
all of this away.