The sun is still rising higher.
Mist swirling into my eyes, face
swirling above me into the sky
engulfing the few humans on the boardwalk.
Greeting us with a mild sulphuric dew, enlivening skin and hair
Like a mother spraying soft water on her children's hot faces.
I can't see, I can't photograph
but I feel one with the geyser,
she is gentle and kind
lets us sense her might
just a little bit
just as much as our little senses can comprehend.
Matted, tattered coat
pulled over their heads.
Big eyes cast down
along with horns and a big jaw
cast down by gentle focus but mostly gravity.
Unless they tip themselves over
and roll around in the dust.
Babies looking like woolly brown sheep,
not yet with large heads,
looking up expectantly.
A lone bison sits by himself
in a favored spot
on the incline before a cliff
no fucks given.
Majestic.
Bubbling blue and aqua
easing into gentle teal.
Yellow soil and bacteria surround
in silty strokes.
Finally encircled by a sunlit orange
radiating rays that bleed into the earth.
