why

only something waiting now
plenty, in the pantry, sunlight,
snow

i know, you know, we know
she ran and ran and ran, into a large-mouthed cave, down into the earth. long passageways of dark and open caverns rich with precious metals. there was no bottom, nothing resembling some ending point at which to turn back, just continuous darkness and cool rock. sometimes something might tremble.

sometimes something might warm, might glow, a soft glow at first, floating upward, until it becomes red and hot and moves with great precision through the caverns, gathering speed toward the surface and exploding outward into fire.

so, what do you do?
do you keep looking for the bottom?
do you run from that building flame?
do you watch, enraptured, the exploding forth?