It wasn’t much. The forecast boded ill,
but coastal California isn’t such
a hazard with regard to Autumn’s spill.
It wasn’t much.

When I heed media I’m out of touch.
I venture and find air that won’t fulfill
the threats reporters say to ply their clutch

at eyes and ears and minds that get a thrill
from peril like to gossip’s heady crutch,
that slows their pace and dampens down their will.
It wasn’t much.