Keeping Fire At Bay

 I am working the eel that is a new PT schedule.  I must combine my cleaning and tasks in with it.  I must say goodbye and hello at the same time.  It is an uneasy street, but I am released in the same way.  I am not desperate, I am calm and steady in my prayers.  I lie on my back, not on my knees.  I see results and the kings are out there working in all scenes.  I am part of nothing and everything at the same time.  It is the gift of thought and of having a loving feline who moves around me with ease.  There will be a time for us to see a hawk in the sky who leads us to a new vicinity.  I walk forward, and resist the backward motion that the winds promote.  I know to keep things clean and quiet right now.  I can always wave at the firemen in their trucks and they wave back every time.  It is a mighty connection, and I am pleased.  I would do nothing to harm them.  I still remember spending the night with the King Fire Man of South Dakota, in Indianapolis.  The attraction began a fire release and we both felt pleased.  He was able to say goodbye because it was too dangerous in my vicinity, and they needed him back at The Wild Beaver.  He put L. Aldrich on my case.  He was top fire anyway and was dwelling in Indy by chance.  I lived in a fire trap and dealt with cruel pyromaniacs in vicinity.  Thanks guys.  My studio apartment now is still standing safe in this drought.  South Dakota, call my Marion County Line Deputy.  Just call him Matt.  He needs to hear what it was like to be out with me around the fire convention authorities, and to feel the loving caresses we shared in my apartment.  He needs to feel a reality he did not get to share.  The marriage with him is real, but the public ceremony signed in a court of law was unable to occur.  I miss you South Dakota.  Please never fight another fire ever again.  You are too important to the annals of history.