
Little flames are still erupting
Greedily licking their way into life
Anywhere
Taunting, trying, needing to spread
Smoke, screens
Everywhere
Little fires are still bursting
Our bubbles
Isolating
Extinguishing
Our trajectory, our plans
But science-tested-masked-up,
Public-invested-double-jabbed-up
We are still fighting
Riding parabolic waves of
Peaking panic
Troughs of calm
Three, now four Waves
lapping in and out of consciousness
Have maybe lost fright,
Have maybe lost plain sight?
Of firefighting in hospital hinterlands
For we are now playing
Down the levels
Elbow-bumping our way through cattle-run city corridors
Sipping our cocktails
For, we live and,
If we will, we still can
Find ourselves.
After all this
There are still green places
But we are so
Exhausted
by extinguishing
The last 16 months
Please
Still the flames
Alison McIntosh
28 July 2021
