Unhorsed by a Volcano
Below, the sea was peace.
The first rays reaching the peak
leaked light down slopes
into hidden homes of
early pilgrims to the water,
greeting the day.
Above, the mouth, yawning steamy
revealed a torment, sulphurous fury
an overheated spirit,
far too long contained.
The morning slopped against the calm
an angry glob of molten lava
evaporating tranquility
displacing energy
boiling the peace
clouds of steam obscured the light
carving into time some
rough hewn lifeless
sharp edged weight,
where nothing is forever.
The patient sea washes the stain
for a thousand years.