Inwards?

Roofed by gloom and floored by chill, 
walls shaken from outside by hammer blows, 
I focused on the fire that keeps us warm. 
A turn inward?  It gave me space to speculate: 

What could we teach the sea? Who understands its driving tides? 
Who may plumb its sulphur deeps or gauge its acid waves?
What can tame its rise before it reaches us, in rage? 
Our hands?  All filmed in soot, defiling what we touch!

We had a thousand words for rain. 
We’d flown the flood, we found a shelter here 
while others foundered, tinder-dried in an unwanted wind: 
Our parody of choice, which worsens every time ~ 

Life will revert. It will come back; 
but we have moved the curve 
to leave us on the beach, sifting through its grains 
among the spreading streaks of soot…

So many lives to weigh, to balance and divide.