Outermost Reaches


Mixed Media, Charcoal


18x24 inches


Republic of Georgia, 2021


Prints available upon request

No one was hurt. 

It was confirmed by the fireman, his oxygen tank,
a fire-diver surviving against the laws of nature.

There is still a profound sadness that builds up
under my ribcage. I reach for his mask but he turns 

back into the billows before I can inhale
the clouds pour out against the black-green

dome of nighttime. The pavement holds
me as I feel the burning mimicked inside

a jealousy of the fate of wood;
how I wish I could turn to smoke

to touch the stars, to be a ruin,
to be a home someone would miss

as it unmakes itself and
falls effortlessly in the dark