Wednesday, September 26, 2012

watching for spots

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 shifts
Being 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.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous26/9/12 21:20

    And then crackle of the radio
    Shriek, shrill, two spots
    Carl, do you have a plan
    Pray for rain
    Trust me