Eruptions



in thinking 
I stand well below the sunken volcanoes long risen in the western sky
the late afternoon drifts away peacefully
I expect it to say something to me
is this a living thing or not I ask
is this the promised marriage of ancient waves splashing over ancient sands
and the land fully ruptured forces breathes out towers of fire steam ash
catches me unaware like a weakened insect spiraling madly to its death
then lost in the agony eruption
of some petrified
traceless
emotion

jppestana
Eruptions
9.5.2019