I see a world covered in 
two kinds of fires.
One destructive,
the other creative.
One is deliberately human,
the other makes use of us.

I see the need to foster
such creative fireplaces
so something can live on.

I see the need for spots of still water
where clear reflections are possible, 
like the reflections of karri trees.

I see the desire for places
where all winds blow gently
towards a centre;
where the ground is stable enough
to feel like it isn’t shaking.

Are these places the new 
Noah’s Arks?