Fire's Shadow In My Heart

The shadow of the smoke is on
The distraction of the horizon
It is permeating
With anxiety in the moment
I came here for the lily pads
But I am uneasy in my heart
The burn is over shadowing

The waft of smoke is in the air
It's in my lungs
I can feel the burn in my eyes
The aesthetic is lost
In one of those necessary shifts
Into reality
I realize yet again my fragility

There is grudging acquiescence

No pleasure in the burn
I need to file the aesthetic
Into another time
I need to recognise
The patience
Into a better time