One of our guests was trapped by heavy fog at the lip of the volcano one night. This poem is a result of his experience.
Pu'u 'O'o is deceiving, her white cloud drifting gently
I wonder, is she sleeping
But climbing higher she is wide awake, hard at work
She tolerated my presence for an evening
She is relentless, her hot breath searing
She toys with the landscape, alters the sky
She is violent, yet beautiful, moody and mysterious
I was sometimes terrified, unable to look away
I, too, spent the night wide awake
She will be impossible to forget...