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
Categories:
effluxion, adventure, appreciation, desire, freedom,
Form: Ekphrasis