The Ascent

In the middle of the forest, the quiet cenote bubbled over,

Sky curdled; like curds and whey, the clouds parted.

The quiet waters, danced, as the frenzied dome

Dipped, and rose again in crests and troughs.

Sheets of sheerness fell on the raging cascade

Fringed by purple palms, whose brooding leaves

Caressed the silvery fish

In the cobalt seas.

The thunderous roar preceded by the apocalyptic flash

Revealed the white winged horse on the salt sea spray;

Beckoning me to mount

And ride into the mist.

Published in Feathers Falling : A Poetry Anthology in 2022 on Amazon Kindle.