Like Don Quixote
You must expect some disasters.
At some point
there will be a fire.
It will eat the kitchen cabinets
stretch its long tongue to the ceiling
spit black gas into the air.
At first you will stand in wonder
you will see faces in the flames
bright eyes burning. Then you will
remember the children
their cheeks flushed with fear
their voices squeals now, high-
pitched and feverish.
You will be glad
it is only a fire. You will
be glad when no one gets hurt.
And once the painters come
to white-wash the ceiling
you will forget it ever happened.
But next time you sit down to write
sparks will fly
from your fingers.
- Irene Latham
This poem was inspired by an actual fire in my kitchen. I was talking on the phone and had closed my bedroom door for just a moment to keep out the kid-noise when they started screaming even louder. I thought I heard "fire" in there, but I seriously thought they were just being rowdy. Then I smelled smoke.
Turned out I had left a skillet with grease still in it on the stove then turned on the wrong burner to boil water for macaroni and cheese. The grease caught fire, and by the time I got into the kitchen, the microwave above the stove was melting. Scary.
"If you are scared, embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take chances,”
- Julia Soul
Oh my goodness Irene,ReplyDelete
How scary is that?!?!? Great poem, but thank God everything turned out okay.