The Lava Storyteller
Island of clay, sand and earth—
liquid lava now silent.
You are the land of trees dripping mangoes
and goats clinging to cliffs.
Bare feet read braille—
ancient explosions—
black crumbs and dust from when earth
was the only inhabitant.
Island of Saba—
the earth speaks of ancestors—
still humming the old stories—
still laughing over a bottle of sweet Malta.
—Cristina M. R. Norcross, Waukesha, WI
