FIRE

There’s an eye in it

A breath in it

An ocean in it

A gong in it

Who’s doing

the watching

the breathing

the crossing

the sounding?

Who’s fanning

the flames

with questions

and the questions

with flames?

ESCAPE

Men at work

outside my window.

Clattering and clanging.

Repairing

the metal ladder

that hovers there.

An exit

if the building

catches fire.