Etchings

Knapping flint
In Silicon Valley,

Our campfire—

A screen
Of coloured images.

We’ve done this before—
Hiding from storms

Drawing charcoal sketches
Of the world.

We shelter
In each other’s arms

And gasp when the Milky Way
Lights the night,

Cringe when lighting
Diagrams the heights.

Our etchings comfort us…
Help us endure…

Ease the fright.