Extraordinary once-in-a-lifetime adventure made better by thoughts of companionship. |
kilauea what is there not to get excited about, i thought... the bleeding has stopped and i have eight miles of memories that will last forever there’s a sweet little hole in the knee of my favorite pair of casual friday jeans and already i’m scheming about ways i might get it nOtiCeD i've got toasted marshmallow pictures... me, and me again, and me again, taken by strangers who walked across the lava in pairs, lovers in twenty languages, kissing in the steam of molten rock meeting cold blue ocean, flashlight circles merging into intimate ovals on.off.on.off.on.off... i flicked that flashlight for almost an hour sending you signals hoping they might reach you as i waited for the sun to go down thinking of you, i sat at the edge of creation alone with my incredulity, surrounded by a crowd of abandoned choices, alternative outcomes, and thoughts of you and i here together i wondered if it had been right to leave you behind, sulphur gases, flying magma, and lonely dreamer, me, who just had to see earth being born... dried crimson, 10:38pm, eight miles and five hours later, orion, scorpio, and you, molten red as seen from the hood of that car how could i tell you all i had seen, all i had considered, all i had missed... |