In this great rock
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
I linger here
With the sun
My fading friend
As the cool night advances
I am clear and light
As the rarefied air
Let the world
Fall away
Lose my ground
And a mighty tumult
Become I
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
Even the appearance of a rainbow
Cannot dispel the darkness
So I plumb the darkness
Seeking the rainbow within
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?