fire skies

I don’t have to be near you
to see your pain -
it’s drifting across these hazy skies,
turning blue mountains ash gray,
echoing through blood red sunsets.

I feel it in scattered raindrops
falling from smoke on my face,
and dripping on hot, black streets.

We’re watching from miles away
wondering how you’re doing,
next to burning forests, raging flames 
and the unknown.

No matter how scared you are,
remember -
you’re not alone this evening.