Fire Safety
By Joshua Mehigan
Aluminum tank
indifferent in its place
behind a glass door
in the passageway,
like a tea urn
in a museum case;
screaming-machines
that dumbly spend each day
waiting for gas or smoke
or hands or heat,
positioned like beige land mines
overhead,
sanguine on walls,
or posted on the street
like dwarf grandfather clocks
spray painted red;
little gray hydrant
in its warlike stance;
old fire escape,
all-weather paint job peeling,
a shelf for threadbare rugs
and yellowing plants;
sprinkler heads,
blooming from the public ceiling;
all sitting
supernaturally still,
waiting for us to cry out.
And we will.
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Tuesday was yet another gorgeous day, which isn't necessarily a great thing -- there has been so little rain this spring that the region is under a fire warning, though we can't smell the Canadian fires here as people further east tell me they can. But it was a beautiful day to walk to the beach after we picked up the repaired minivan and stopped at Wild Birds Unlimited to get a hummingbird feeder, since we've seen hummingbirds flittering around our bird water dish. Plus we stopped at Safeway.
My other major project was labeling every piece of art we're putting in storage both on the paper where it's wrapped and on the boxes where they're stored. My Voyager group watched "Equinox, Part II" which is pretty terrible, but someone there recommended Three Pines so afterward we watched the first couple of episodes of that, and it was much more interesting. Here are some photos of the ferries, boats, and mountains (Cascade, Olympic, and Baker) visible from the beach in Mukilteo:
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