St. Lucia

 

I am a very different wife.

Sulfur & ash fill my nose

until both nostrils are beige,

my hands hot & webbed

 

with steam. My new husband

urges me closer to the center

 

of the steaming caldera

for a picture until I am up

 

against the rail. Our guide

tells us of a rasta man

 

who once fell in

& survived. His entire body

 

turned smooth as a candle.

Come with me, Husband.

 

Put down your backpack,

your camera—let us

 

be remarried in fire.

One by one the stars go out.

 

Even in this darkness,

there is so much light.

 

–At the Drive-In Volcano (2007)

 

Photo By: kurtxio