I crawl to the bank of the river which is a river of fire. The earth below the water explodes with bursting pools of lava becoming trickles, becoming one giant river of fire. I am here at the edge of chaos watching as the world burns. I feel the people cry out in grief, confusion and pain. They do not see what I see. They are lost in the mirage of a virus and hot Spring afternoon. I turn and see on the opposite side seven willows in full bloom of soft seed heads and flowers. They sway gently. Peaceful and welcoming, all embracing. Here they greet the chaos, open and tender. At the gateway between two worlds I sit and howl my sweet song of missing to the air. The small black demon whirls its fierce dance of pain at the edge by another willow cracked and fallen. I must dance with it. I must wrestle this ball of energy to the ground and hold it in my strong and loving arms. I must help it to stay and bear its terrible vision. I am the only one who is strong enough to hold the little demon and let it know me and let it know peace.