NaPoWriMo Number Sixteen

Eyjafjallajokull

Spewing Icelandic ash cloud
changes everything
to kneeling to lying our glass
engines on this anchored ground where we
predict a longer colder
winter….a brief ball change slap weather
skipping to longer to colder snaps
these brilliant sunsets from a sky island
caught photographed light refracted off
volcanic glass from her exhaling through
glacial cracks….render us
obsidian shards blackened into stand stills
and mimes of life on packed train tracks
pt-ack p-tack p-tack stalled on stacked on
stacked on stacked tectonic heel taps to a pullback
flap shackling our wings by her dance