Eileen R. Tabios

The Glass Fire Hay(na)kus

The 2020 Glass Fire burned the drought-stricken area of over 67,484 acres and destroyed 1,555 structures, including 308 homes and 343 commercial buildings in Napa County, as well as 334 homes in Sonoma County. Also decimated was the poet’s home near where the mega wildfire originated.

 

Bellicose Silence


Winds for bellowing

rain and

fire


into typhoons

and megafires

reveal

 

invisibility can be

the most

dangerous 

 

Empty Vases

 

As summer colonizes

winter, we

wonder

 

how to survive

without flowers

from

 

a Spring enabled

by winter

rains—

 

it’s been years

since our

drought

 

began with your

lack of

roses

 

The Fire Evacuee’s Song

 

Winter reveals the

clarity of

Mountains—

 

ironic when color

is light’s

illusion

 

But what is

real is 

Winter

 

coming fast with

its chilly

revelations—

 

Once, laughter floated

easily from 

Mountains

 

But now, we

fear any

Mountain 

 

for bearing a

wildfire’s load

instead

 

of the families

it raised

with

 

us: deer, jackrabbits,

coyotes, bobcats,

trees…

Author’s photo—A portion of the poet’s house in California after the Glass Fire

Aurum

 

November’s

fallen leaves

jail sunlight on

 

ground—

gold carpet

trampled by humans

 

 

A Parenthetical R.I.P. for Brachychiton Acerifolius

 

A cross marks

where once

you

 

thrived with leaves

evoking bright

flames

 

But gravestones fail

at representing

wildfires

 

like how poems

cannot (re)present

you

Global Warming Denial

Beauty pageant participants

understand: “Beauty

costs.”

We don’t wish

to see

depression,

eating disorders, or

low self-esteem

in

what beauty contests

cause and

cost.

We won’t acknowledge

seasons becoming

unseasonal.

We would rather

consider all

lovely

flowers as appropriate

as if

they

were raising middle

fingers in

Dutch

paintings of death

through hot

house

blossoms whose thick petals bespeak a fragrance we are unable to experience unless we

choose to crush them, and we crush them, we crush them, we crush them… 

 

 

"All Changes Change the World"

 

Reds and yellows

color winter's

deferral

 

as autumn forgets

and becomes

Spring!

 

All changes change

the world—

vividly 

 

I remember you—

color is

narrative.