After the fires: Beneath the Surface poem – Sherrie Lovler

We are all suffering from PTSD after another year of horrifying fires. Neighbor Sherrie thank you for this poignant poem.

Beneath the Surface by Sherrie Lovler

Beneath the surface
a firefighter reflects,
even cries.
They did it — they didn’t let the fire
spread beyond 101.
They were not going to repeat
what happened two years ago.
They were not going to
let this one kill more people and
burn thousands of homes.
Beneath the surface
even though 77,000 acres burned,
they succeeded.
Beneath the surface
the new CEO of PG&E gets a
2.5 million dollar salary.
What if  that money went to
update equipment, poles,
put wires underground?
Beneath the surface we pay our
electric bill by flashlight.
Beneath the surface
no matter how many households
had their electricity shut off
a single jumper on a tower broke
and set off a spark
that seems to have started it all.
Beneath the surface
I’m exhausted from carrying around
all my valuables in and out of my car
for four days.
Bad air still hurts my lungs,
I had to cancel my class and now
I’m in bed with a cold.
I blew a fuse last night.
Did they turn our power off again?
No, I still see light in the next room,
but how that thought sent panic
through my body.
Above the surface
we’ll get past this one.
Friends will help friends
and life will go on.
But beneath the surface
we are living powerless to the wind,
in fear of flames
and always knowing what we will pack
the next time around.
– Sherrie Lovler