WOOD GATHERER

I was gathering wood

for a fire

the sky raw red all along the horizon

as if the Sun had cut

itself on the sharp rock of a mountain

and all this time I am

thinking small thoughts

scared lest anything

big in my

brain upset the

balance of a system

Nature needing

people like me to

bottom feed to avert

their eyes from

true power

this was told, no

hammered home to

all at my, of my school.