My muse for this poem was the unprecedented number of wildfires raging in the interior of my former province of British Columbia. The smoke from those fires has covered our summer skies for weeks now in Saskatchewan.
Image by Richard Reid from Pixabay A door has shut without recourse,now flung aside I bleed out redmy footing gone, my vision’s fledunseen by those without remorse. Each painful breath inflames my heart,I try to speak but silence mocksas spastic legs and crooked socksdeny my dreams now torn apart. For those who see beyond the night,my worth … Continue reading Thin Places