Volcano

no control over this new land
smoke billows and smothers
and the aftershock travels far
snow and ice grab hold
and we hold on
the form is changing
as rotten clouds spew into the sky
will it continue? wont it?
its blackened the sky
a red hue glimpsed in the distance
that's the one we need to avoid
watch it... carefully
How far is it going to travel?
If it doesn't stop soon
We are leaving... abruptly
Days and days are dark
and smokey and unclear
visibility is near-gone
the compass can no longer show
directions... magnetic field screwed
If we leave in any way
we have giant waves to negotiate
and the possibility
that we are walking into the Lions Den
wrong way
but what choice do we have
It's hold on or die
and with our minds intact
dying is not an option
The compass spins... I shake
It doesn't settle
I reach into my gut and walk
with you
and I think it's somewhere
Somewhere over here
We walk in that direction
and face whatever comes our way
But we are here... and still fighting
So that has to be good
Even though the clouds
and the mountain
continue their obstruction
and destruction

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008