Morro Rock
This rock is a soul
bared to the world.
A frenzied, seething
inner mass, subdued
and calm at last.
A center slowly solidified
into crystalline form.
It stands alone and naked now,
disrobed and freed
from its trappings.
It has all eroded away,
the overflowing lip,
the flare ups, the venting,
the wild eruptive nights,
the show and tell,
the once so fiery flows.
It is all gone,
flurries of ash in the night,
brittle rock that left no trace.
Now, there is only this core,
this fortress that sways
and floats like a phantom
in the ocean mist.
A mountain of hardened granite,
radiant rock that endures,
glistening in the soft morning sun.
Herlinde Spahr
