(See "The Kindness of Poets" below)
don’t know what to say to me
their fear of what I represent to them
that which terrorizes them is
I’d never contemplated before
all happened to me.
having a future-become-
see through me
they would a mirror
the little that
will leave to them.
We Lose Our Home and All Of Our Possessions
October 9, 2017. At 2:30 AM, following hours of screaming wind, a very agitated dog's concern, and power failure, we are awakened by pounding on our door by a first responder. I personally am zonked on my sleeping meds. I have no idea what's going on. But I notice the flashing lights presumably from police cars and fire trucks and hear the incessant demand that we leave immediately, that the fire is aiming directly at us. Fire? I'd heard nothing about fire!
Somehow Joyce and I made it to the garage, rounded up Sam, the terrier, a very real part of our family, opened the garage door manually, didn't even think about Joyce's car, and then drove through smoke, embers and chaotic traffic to the Red Cross shelter at the Finley Center on the West Side of Santa Rosa. We met neighbors and made new friends. Most folks were calm and optimistic. Ambulances began bringing in evacuees from several hospitals and care homes.