By way of a trip report

For whatever reason, sometimes I journal my vacations in verse. Perhaps because Iceland is by way of cliché a land of contrasts, this time it was in that Japanese form of contrasts, a renga. Each stanza forms a complete 5-line tanka with the one before and the one after it -- or that's the theory. All but arrival and departure behind the courtesy cut.

Black rock beneath green
under a wet low gray sky:
( Iceland welcomes you. )

Lifting off into the clouds,
we leave mossed lava behind.

Requests for annotations appreciated -- it'll help me see what needs revising for clarity.

---L.