Kerri Shying R # 448 - say I tell the time by rocks instead of sun

I spend too much imagining  the shapes  when nothing

sizable has walked  when no foliage grows

on the slopes of the volcano  when the boulders  are

still held tight by  shoulders  in the hard

obsidian  of the last eruption  say I wait

say I tell the time by rocks instead of sun

then watch the steam cooling in the vents

the slow decline of bubbles  in the boiling mud

the first green frond  unfurling  after rain

has cooled  what ran into the sea  in

one heated blurt of lava making steam