Are they still coming forward,
Or merely stopped now,
Providing cover and safety.
How should I know which it is?
Smiling happily in the mid-day sun,
Unfazed by the heat, and the impending darkness of brush fires in a nearby Mohave,
We will survive all, and await the moisture of the dewfall,
And another day.
A crisis observed and examined,
Creates a mark on the soul,
Obscuring peace just a little more.
Until action is taken.