Friendship Circles About
I went a walking o’er the hills
With my good friend
And we noticed in the air
Still after Hillary’s rain
The smoke hung heavy everywhere.
Two days of rain should
Put out fires but the path
Was narrow and circling about
Like the remains of a hurricane
So that the smoke from fires
Now put out were flamed by winds
So fires still raged within the eye
Much like the presence
Of an evil over the people
That makes them ignore all
The commands, forcing others
To meet their demands
That have nothing to do
With the deeds they reprimand.
This is the path of ethics
these days—to circle around
Bringing flames to burn it down
In spite of the raging rains.
The ethics of humans
Are really quite strange
But, thankfully still, as we walk
The joy of being human
Still remains—
Or so it seems
With this, my rambling friend.
So, friendship too, like a hurricane
Just might circle about.
August 2023
About This Poem
The remnants of hurricanes don't hit Idaho very often but in 2023 during fire season we got the last of Hurricane Hillary. I don't think I'd seen anything of a hurricane since I was a little kid in the south. This one rained like crazy and cleared the air for awhile, then the smoke came back while it was still cloudy and moist. Eventually the air cleared and the fires were dampened, if not completely put out. My friend and I went out walking on that damp, smoky day and it inspired me to write this poem and the hope friendship brings to our lives.
