Goddess of Fire
Hawaii Volcanoes National Park
Stumbling amidst razors of obsidian suspended by crimson veins,
I stare at Pele’s power to transform.
As shadows deepen, blindness threatens,
live scarlet flows glow, reshaping cliffs, forming a maze.
We dare to hike nine shaky miles on silica spikes
in search of earthly understanding.
While Pu’u OO is shaping Hawaii
blisters form on soles, fears arise in puffs,
rotten egg odors invade nostrils.
“Pele, I struggle to find my true purpose.
Your force and persistence impress me.”
Must I walk on fire, endure pain,
accept sadness, survive a century?”
“Naturally, I create so your spirit can soar,
I deliver newborn earth, just as woman delivers young.
Walking mindfully quiets the chatter sister,