Mom drives me up the hill on her 4-wheeler
and makes firewood
while I hike to the spring and clean it out
and bleed off the airlock.

It's a draught, they say.
This morning they announced on TV...
Backyard Burn Ban
until it rains.
Never before in February!

Mom bungys her chainsaw into place
and shuttles me back down the hill.

This foggy day is filled with helpful energy.
The water is running now from the spring
and the words have come to fill the story
of my encounter with the crystal ball
Dr. Ray Brown got from the Bermuda Triangle.