Not for nothing is it called Iceland. Of course, we were there in the off-season (to use tourist talk), but even now, a bit of green clings to the tumbled volcanic rock. They say the tundra blooms in the brief Summer, but November left us looking for a geothermal vent.











Mountains, plains, and water
Congealing at the point of freezing
Flowing once, in streams of lava
Frozen for a geo-instant
Await the next infernal blooming
Looking southward
Where the World lies
Just beyond the bent horizon