One of our guests was trapped by heavy fog at the lip of the volcano one night. This poem is a result of his experience.

Volcano

Pu'u 'O'o is deceiving, her white cloud drifting gently I wonder, is she sleeping But climbing higher she is wide awake, hard at work concealing a fiery drama deep in her bosom She tolerated my presence for an evening revealing her secrets through billowing steam clouds dazzling me with angry hissing and cracking rock pounding waves and crashing avalanches shattering glass and blasting explosions She is relentless, her hot breath searing She toys with the landscape, alters the sky does what she pleases She is violent, yet beautiful, moody and mysterious I was sometimes terrified, unable to look away I, too, spent the night wide awake She will be impossible to forget... by Chick Alsop