There is this volcanic peak that dominates the view
For a hundred miles
A pyramid of stone and ice
Solid as the rock I’m standing on
Which isn’t really
Since this hill is a nub of its former self
Ground down and scoured by sheets of ice
Even Mount Baker, the dormant icon
Is cooking up trouble
For this thin mantle
A fragile crust which will be torn apart
And furies unleashed, hard rock to be melted once again
And the swollen fires of the underworld will flow
Unchecked by any vain defense
When the spoon stirs the pot
Run
David Trudel © 2013
This poem captures for me how tenuous the relationship between humanity and nature really is. Living on the brink!
Kind of makes you feel….. impermanent…