The Sprinkle in Fumes of Arenal

Volcano’s are a simile.
For bubbling emotions kept inside.
There’s so much the eyes can never predict.
The lava boils, threatening to explode.
Anger, pain and hurt behind the harmless appearance of a smile.
Ash and soot, and burning lave behind the appearance of a mountain.
Signs are thrown here and there.
But you have to be looking, you have to know enough.
And when it all erupts, the town is devastated.
How could they be so blind?
I know because I’m running out of time.


medium: watercolor
artwork by nikkiescamillas
copyright @ 2012