The smoke thickens the air.
My breath wheezing with every intake.
Thank God for my inhaler.
It took sometime before I acquired a prescription.
Fate, it seems played a preliminary hand.
Foretelling of the events to come – Covid-19 and smoke.
Who could have foreseen this last year?
Only fate it seems anticipates.
I can breathe now.
The drug has kicked in.
The brown grey skies ominously speak.
Events are incomplete.
There is nigh to do.
One can only wait;
Wait out that which one has no control.
So, we wait as best we can.
For this to end.
—Robert Confiant 13 September 2020