I compose this poem after our visit to the geothermal spring in Mornington Peninsula, Australia. I did not bring my camera inside the compound, but took my digital. Lots of people bombing into view, and it was difficult to avoid or snap.
VOLCANIC HOT SPRING
Begin the morning with warm reflexology walk;
Ten kinds of pebbles to relieve pressure block.
To the pools on hill top, they giggle their way;
With awe, view verdant hills, drizzle and spray.
Cold feet first, in the thermal pool, nice comfort;
At 38C heat heals, well worth the wake-up effort.
Twenty different bathing experiences, they try not all;
Jacuzzi and cave are favourites, plunge too cold to fall.
No carefree nudity allowed though inspired from rising sun;
Many reversal selfie and pretend may end with no fun or gun.
Water is cleansed by circulating aquifer, no disease spread;
Intermix of heat and cold, tensions shred, fresh look ahead.