My brother has telephoned.
I've been out gathering kindling,
just before the sun sets over the Pacific
and San Francisco lights up in the distance.
My father taught me everything I know
about wood fires
how to be resourceful
not just look.
I climbed the rickety fence
and cut these roses
just before returning home.
He taught me that as well...
that nature and beauty are everywhere
I go in the house to light the fire
and send smoke signals to my father
telling him I'm coming
and to hold on tight