Marvelous, Mesmerizing, Montserrat

To glance at the jagged hill is a dream Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know As the earth vented its seismic frustrations many fled its tectonic conniption That migration woke me from deep sedation And my restless soul underwent a great decryption There's a certain lure to a place with an "exclusion zone" That makes me abjure my embrace of an old touchstone There's a beguiling seduction to unremitting eruption A smiling effluxion causing me to submit to its disruption I've been a wayward wanderer And a sojourner on a quest I've been a perennial ponderer And interminably, a seeker suppressed But the moment I saw Montserrat even only in a photographic image I knew this was the place I had sought to make my greatest pilgrimage