I invite you, Water.
Douse this searing fire.
Quench what is scorched.
Soothe what is cauterized,
picked raw, and researed
in the heat of forgetting.

Let scabs decompose to mud.
Let me be Earth--
steady, grounded, whole.

Yet I am Wind,
caught in flame,
lifting embers before they cool,
scattering what was,
before it settles into dust.