By böhringer friedrich via Wikimedia
Unlike the volcanic eruption,
the hot gush, the sudden upward thrust,
this starts with a hollow on a mound,
a gentle curve,
Softly, at first, a quiet concentration,
a leisurely accumulation,
building on itself.
in a scoop, a scour, a scarp.
A waiting wetness, there in the hollow,
And faster then,
down and down and down,
unstoppable, a solid wave
sweeping everything away.
9th March 2016, Chicago