No. 2
On the most eruptive day-
ash ominously floating,
ready to coat lungs-
I came upon a cave
sturdy
sheltering
and it was you.
You were cavernous around me
I felt so small.
I still feel so small.
Tunneling into your depths
I was safer
it got darker
but the tips of my fingers knew you
felt you
your bumps and your grooves, the moss at my feet.
My eyes, I believed
would adjust to your darkness
but five years later
and what have they achieved?
You, my cave,
are my shield and my prison.
No longer, no longer.
