Alive

The light is a dusty apricot yellow

all day, the sunlight weaves through

wildfire smoke—I've been here before

Another country, another place, but the same

humans, everywhere, and conflagrations

beauty and ashes mixing, rising in the air

Different streets, different trees, but the same

light filtering through, different shapes

different shadows, different leaves trembling

In the naked air 

©2023 Clelia Vahni Lewis