last night we chased the northern lights

meeting them, at last, round midnight

being inept to captivate

we spent a wave then bid farewell 

did we all watch that movie once?

pseudo-steamy

pubescence

barely played*

perceived as porn

by certain

uptight 

west atlantic

islanders

for the rest of us

there’s silica, magma

a toasty dip on winter’s noon

vulcan heat that warms the citiy

*brooke went on to better things; chris, alas, we still wonder about ….

cave formations Reynisdrangar

the view eastward from Dyrhólaey / Door Island

local lore has it that

a fleet sheep

slipped, bleat

to shepherd who

abseiled to the rescue

only to both be trapped

avalanched 

whereupon

beneath the crevasse

t’was sheep led shepherd

home to hearth

little bo peep

redux