There is not much to conquer
in our landscape that is flat now,
no mountains to climb and put flags on,
rivers hardly streaming anymore
and rafters have no business here.
No army of competing rivals
will destroy the peace, no,
this is a deserted place
where tumbleweed rolls
and the wind hauls in darkness.
But occasionally a spark of sunshine
falls on a neglected touch of endearment
and triggers a volcano.