(news clip on WTNH-TV, New Haven, CT)
It’s the knowing of not knowing, the firefighter said,
about to leave New England for those summer thermals
zigzagging Montana. One day you might be helicoptered
into a canyon, sweat bullets, get almost killed.
The next you’re watering down the roofs of suburban houses
and the neighborhood kids give out pink lemonade,
grateful you’re there. The firefighter was burly,
one of those words you don’t much think about
until you see an example—an overjoyed burly man
packing his firefighter gear and ready to be shipped
willy-nilly, hurly-burly. . . Life will come, life will go,
you may drink water from your hands
or stumble upon a little book of poems in the road,
who knows? Que sera, sera. Zen flows everywhere.
© Dick Allen