Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Poetry Cavalcade 2009: Poem 12
Fire
I saw thick smoke rising from Voyageur Island
Not far away, the American side
We ran to our boats
And headed there, fast.
I know all the reefs (on this old lake)
Except that one, it seems.
The ancient four el'ments
(fire, earth, water, and air)
Each can consume us;
We're fragile that way.
