The Wait for Morning
Serena Lodge, Rim of Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania
by Lynn DeTurk

In the chill of small hours
I sit sleepy limbed watch
white hot streaks of light
flare and fade among the stars

on the edge of almost
I am waiting
look out over the vast
caldera all black and silver
in the moonlight
feel my smallness

on this open balcony
I sit huddled for warmth
below silent creatures
hunt success signaled
by strangulated half-cries
and more silence

behind me my husband
lies still as the night
he burns
his sweat wets the sheets
heat makes his eyes glitter
a cool compress warms
on his forehead

not long ago
I smoothed wrinkles
from bedding stroked
the line of his cheek
the long bones of his wrist
refreshed the cloth

grateful to be granted
these fearful intimacies
I wait for pale sky
above the Eastern rim
for morning hours when
fevers break

IMAGE: “Dawn in Ngorongoro Crater” by Adam Romanowicz. Prints available at

EDITOR’S NOTE:  The Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania is the world’s largest inactive, intact, and unfilled volcanic caldera (a cauldron-like volcanic feature usually formed by the collapse of land following a volcanic eruption).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Lynn DeTurk began writing poetry in 2010 and over the course of two years experienced a modest success. Then she quit because life got complicated. In October of 2014 she started reading and writing poetry again, and began experimenting with technique in order to find “a voice.” The Wait for Morning is new work for the new voice.