5:12 am, Arenal erupts
Thunderous roar, breaking early morning silence
like some soaring fighter jet, rushing overhead
Even grousing howler monkeys grow quiet
and the singing birds still themselves in nearby trees
as something more powerful speaks
Clouds cover her cone
Only her faint outline visible
Her presence we feel, so vast, uncontrollable
Respect she instills
Her bellowous voice
A reminder, our humble place on the planet
Poetic Alchemist 