Two members of a religious group
beneath a yellow umbrella
at the foot of Mt. Saint Helens
sit beneath a sign asking
if Peace is Possible.
Basalt boulders from three separate blocks
exploded here some 42 years ago,
an array of wildflowers dazzle my being,
a reinvention in yellow and purple,
meadows of cat’s ear and foxglove.
Before leaving home, I watched
color images on the internet from NASA’s
Webb telescope stream through space,
polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons in a star nursery,
far from peaceful expanding across time.