"canada is on fire, and maybe so am i; part 2"
Claire EA Fiedler
2025

THE AIR HURTS MY THROAT

June 3, 2025

Canada is on fire and the air hurts my throat.
A little bird flew away, and looked back as she went.
My heart surged and lurched, daring to pull her back.
Yet, she flew. As she should, as she was always meant to.

I kept the windows up this evenings drive
The sky is burning and the smoke hurts my lungs
I listened to a song about little habits
And thought about all the great migration patterns.

Whales, birds, the sun and moon, and everything in between
We part and return. We fly and we swim.
I know that pain is relative
But beauty lies in starting somethin’ new.