We walked dead
with blistered feet
up into darkness,
straight into
a freezing-monsoon.

The next day,
we awoke by noon,
our bodies strung out
on the saddle felt the tremors.

Sometime during the night,
the volcano had erupted,
coating us with ash and ice.

It reminded me like a Sunday,
but it was actually Monday,
not an Armageddon.