Spiritual Awareness Tames Fire

7 hours we drove,
winding
past mammoth peaks
just before sunset;
the world fittingly aglow,
peaks of Mt. Shasta,
peaks of my own centeredness
cognizant of the slightest wonders,
more grounded than yesterday
or the day before;
cities no longer just a map point
but rather a visual gift
of spiritual recognition,
more lasting than a tootsie roll.
What are the odds the fire jumpers
battling the forest surrounds,
picturesque outdoorsmen,
the pinnacle of masculinity,
rescuers of nature,
trailing our car
for miles will come to the same stop,
Thank you GOD
it doesn’t go unnoticed,
that a dozen or so firefighters
ended up at the very same hotel
as us?