Volcanic action formed the valley floor,
and capped itself with pumice domes that locked
obsidian within, until the more
insistent pressure blew the caps, unlocked
the boulders vitreous and black, and hurled
material of lava, ash and sand
that laid a lake bed like an alien world,
within a bowl of percolating land.
Volcanic craters frame the cup of sky,
so we are roofed with stars and ringed with heights.
And as our fire fades to coals, we eye
it from above and see it breathing lights:
the pulsing glow of waning flames that seem
a lake of lava poised to crest and stream.