My brother has telephoned.

I've been out gathering kindling, 
 just before the sun sets over the Pacific
and San Francisco lights up in the distance.
My father taught me everything I know 
about wood fires 
and kindling
how to be resourceful
and see,
not just look. 
I climbed the rickety fence
and cut these roses
just before returning home.

He taught me that as well...
that nature and beauty are everywhere
any season
any weather.
I go now to light the fire
and send smoke signals to my father
telling him I'm coming
and to hold on tight