By böhringer friedrich via Wikimedia
Unlike the volcanic eruption,
the hot gush, the sudden upward thrust,
this starts with a hollow on a mound,
a gentle curve,
and moisture.
Softly, at first, a quiet concentration,
a leisurely accumulation,
building on itself.
gathering power
in a scoop, a scour, a scarp.
A waiting wetness, there in the hollow,
slow seep,
building, building,
until
it spills.
And faster then,
repeatedly, inexorably,
down and down and down,
unstoppable, a solid wave
sweeping everything away.
9th March 2016, Chicago
