standing at the top bleary-eyed and nauseated holding on to stomachs, glumly watching rain splatter the windshield. dawn was breaking . it was freezing and gray; There was no sunrise. beaten by fierce wind gusts, Were we going to ride that winding wet road? the most tricky parts feeling like an idiot I was up all night, somber meditation on mortality we approached the summit, passing through the gates how am I going to know my limits? The volcano had conquered me how have I lived this long? watch the sunset. we made it to the top passing through lush forests up the arid moon-like summit, I descended into the crater, a rocky path of rugged lava. this otherworldly place black, orange, red and silver Vents emitted plumes the air is crystalline and still. I heard no sounds I posed for pictures in the background Romeo was waiting. We watched the sunset It was sublime
This year for Poetry Month, I decided to post a "found poem" every day. If writing a poem is like painting, a "found poem" is like sculpting. - source - https://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/18/travel/forgoing-sunrise-for-sunset-on-mauis-volcano.html