Rendezvous at Crater Lake

We were to make our peace in solitude, as if the lake of still, chameleon dyes could be our arbiter of compromise. Light-headed from the alpine altitude, I stood close to the brink, at length, and viewed where distant monster shadows shifted size and knuckles of red rock approached the skies until a gust broke off my quietude. I was still waiting underneath a roof of pines, past time, was mad you never showed; you felt stood up, like me, but down the road. A crater laid between us—vast, aloof. We left the lake, each echoing the samecontention as before, the other was to blame.