It’s Just One Giant Caldera and No One Gets Out Alive

Here, we walk across
the backs of monsters —
sulphur-churning beasts —
smiling for the camera,
licking sweets,
our tongues wagging in heat,
when at any moment
the whole earth could shift,
send unexpected flames
that char any hope we have
of seeing the valley where,
they tell me,
the wolves mate for life.

Poem & Photo ©2016, Jen Payne, Yellowstone National Park.

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