Norway Pass
Wind playfully tormented the
rainfly on our tent,
hard ground rejected our
affections and
sleep was left to entice but not
to satisfy.
In the morning, the sky opened up,
to our startled vision,
inexplicable force now resting,
inferno of fire and ash,
desert maker,
usurper of once mighty forests,
the fiery breath of god.
Many years between then and
now,
we succumbed to the enormity and
power,
we were enticed by the depth of
the silence,
thankful of our brief yet wondrous
witness
to the majesty of the planet.
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