Flying over Connecticut, the earth
Begins to move. Like a beacon,

The seatbelt sign lights up,
And in its incandescent glare

The window stutters my ashen portrait,
Shaken from sleep. Forgetting where I am,

I reach beyond the faultline
To the seat beside me, desolate and cold.

And suddenly I feel the plate
Tectonics of our lives begin to separate,

My heart beats harder than the whirr
Of the propellers turning, desperation

Quivers into longing, trembles into a
Richter of desire.

All night the aftertremors shake me,
Shattering my calcite dreams.

My heart traces out its epicenter west,
Beyond San Andreas, to you.


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  2. Anonymous1:21:00 AM

    Wonderful poem -- thankyou for sharing it with us. Do your poems get written in a flash? Or do you carefully craft each one from a beginning that looks only a little like the finished product?

    For me it depends on the poem. Many poems I hone and whittle. But the best ones come out in a single effort, blindingly fast, with almost no cross-outs on the page.

    Earthquake has the feel of one of those single-effort flashes of writing. But that could be just a reflection of the great impression it's left on my mind.

    Thanks again,

  3. Thanks for the kind comments.

    For all my poems, the flash of first inspiration is my first draft, then the poem gets deliberately honed, with innumerable edits. Some of my 140-character poems on Twitter took days to finish because of this process.

  4. Exceptional line breaks. My only suggestion is to look for a fresher simile than "glass" after sleep.

    Do you have earthquakes where you live?

  5. I've lived with earthquakes most of my life, on the US west coast and in Asia, but not here in Canada. My life, though, is one big earthquake zone.

  6. I wonder why including American place names in a poem is so cool?

    It always, always works.

    Maybe because the places are familiar to even those of us who have never been to the US?

    We have a lot of earthquakes on Kefalonia - most of them are harmless and I am irresponsible enough to enjoy a good shake-up now and then.

    I like your stuttery ashen window image - the whole poem places me in the aisle watching events unfold.

  7. You have a point! In this case, I named San Andreas because it's a well-known faultline, and Connecticut because that's where the poem first took shape.

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  9. Excellent day to re-post this. Still loving it.

  10. Wonderful, emotions set to words, places of feelings evoked, your writing always captures so much into it.

  11. This is truly one of my favourites of yours..and since I love all of your work...well...this is beautiful!


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