The Craters of Costa Rica

The Craters Of Costa Rica Welcome Moon, Mars and craters, to your cousin Costa Rica Mountain walls rise up in orange display, in gravel and red clay Hug the twisting narrow roads in terror Clinging to the mountains Brilliant birds and lizards compliment the wilds there They scatter at the thunder sound in earthquake orchestration Volcanoes sound the trumpet of the day Deep holes punctuate the asphalt windings People driving straight, inebriated, take no comfort in the hole Craters occupy the roads Like Venus, Moon and Mars There, to be explored, or to avoid, if so inclined Sober souls are also occupied The challenge to survive is cumbersome A friendly reminder of where you are Ending in a ditch or off a cliff You might miss a pot hole here and there They come on subtle like a kiss Sooner or later they will find you in the dark And rock you like the craters that they are Far from home in Costa Rica