
The walk is warm.
Crunching sandy rocks with sandals too brown
I can smell the cool river and it's musty plants
As the fire on the mountain looms heavy over town.
The bugs feast on my work stained skin.
Snakes lay on the boulders with checkered display
Smoke hangs in the air with muffled laughter
As I head down the bank to the river to runaway
From the heat of a desert summer.
A summer ablaze with human malice on its grin
The mountain ablaze reminds me to weep
I strip the cloth to baptize my scorched, vineyard skin.
The minnows swim away
My nakedness in a river that runs wild
Ever flowing water, endless it can seem
Swimming during an apocalypse like an ignorant child.
Yet the river will bend
Out of sight, South to the ocean to mix and swirl
Washing our ash from vineyards alight
Carrying our hopes of change to a future girl
My back float is heaven
Gliding down the river, in my watery rescue
Nature destroys itself yet we watch and wait
Let the fires burn out so we can start our industry anew
The birds are unaffected
And the dogs on the left bank bark my name
The trees still sway and sing through their leaves
Our desert marches on dissociative from the flame
Wine country, they say
Yet to me it seems like it's all a dream
The river unchanging on my daily swim
Brings comfort to those willing to redeem
I hope the water will always flow
We are born though it and through it we retire
A naked swim in a wildfire
A naked swim in a wildfire.
About the Creator
Bree Toor
I'm winemaker living in the desert in the South Okanagan valley. Lately my thoughts are towards the future of my craft during a long slow apocalypse.
I feel wonder, magic, hope simultaneously with dread, fear and helplessness.




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