View from Hvolsvelli

The frozen and the liquid. All its dialogue

in one white plume and one grey plume.
The corrugated vanity across Eyjafjallajökull's
mid-section is not rain-bearing cloud, but the old
settling ash, caught up in climate. It is the implacability
of Europe's skies as the volcano defends its privacy
with this new order of cumulous. She is continuously
getting undressed.