California prayer

The American dream . . .
Freedom, opportunity, vision.
Not what Californians bargained for
as they drove their SUVs
with the yellow ribbon magnets.

Support our troops.
Let Freedom reign.

Their homes scorched to the earth,
piles of smouldering ashes and charred brick.
They have all the freedom in the world.
Nothing holds them back. Their destiny:
to be a phoenix rising from the flames.

The sun touched the earth
and let them go, and like an infant
just emerged from the womb
they long to crawl back to their confinement.

Fire is the forceps of the gods
pulling us out of the darkness into the light.
Burning through our thick skins,
our carefully formed masks,
stripping us to our bones.

We are left simple.
Elemental.

Coal black, tiny ember, a spark deep inside.
Our voices are winds that wail,
Who? Who? I am. I am.

This is my prayer for the people of California,
who today stand there wiping the ash
from their skin, who hold a cloth over their face.
Breath deeply,
fan the fire,
let it consume you.
Let freedom reign.