Weeping Resin - Santa Monica Mountains, CA
This week I have been driving through burnt areas close to Los Angeles and interviewed people for radio stories I already produced or will produce in the coming days.
This is a new way for me to express thoughts and feelings about what I see and hear
The peaceful lake
Indian summer colors, small boats on the shore
Sun rays on water ripples like fireflies
Dancing on reflections of burnt soil
No birds. No bees. No butterflies. A rabbit
On fireshaved hills looking for cover
Mai and her eagle feather left behind
Her hand on the house for the last time
A whisper to its ghost
Ancestors' treasures saved
Eagle feather bustle, rug, book, gold rimmed glasses
Hearts and faces in naked rocks
The view from the mountaintop
Carcasses of cars and homes and lives
Caution tape and traffic cones
Toxic fumes hiding in HD vision air
More than fifty shades of black
Between them a green oasis. No mirage
The writer's refuge at the ocean
Two lounge chairs floating between surf and sky
A gardener and his men saved the home of memories and new beginnings
Never felt so blessed
Never felt so grateful
Never felt so indebted to another human being
The tree on the side of the road
So strong
Weeping resin on bark
Black as coal
Reaching to the sky
Smoke and ashes on my tongue
If you want to help Mai recreate her home, please go here.
And this is a great place to support victims of the fire in Southern California: Las Virgenes Fire Relief (Link no longer available)
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