Black night moonlight
the sea a curtain of itself
deep down the volcano grumbles
waiting to bring devastation.
All is flux: no end or beginning
patterns on the water hold our eyes
mesmerised, offering no answers.
Moon at 4 a.m. the rocks loose heat
on the hillside where bare bones of
parched land withers.
The locals tout for tourist money
boats pass and re pass going somewhere
as I am.