Union island

Black night moonlightthe sea a curtain of itselfdeep down the volcano grumbleswaiting to bring devastation.All is flux: no end or beginningpatterns on the water hold our eyesmesmerised, offering no answers.Moon at 4 a.m. the rocks loose heaton the hillside where bare bones ofparched land withers.The locals tout for tourist moneyboats pass and re pass going somewhereseeking solitudeas I am.