I FEEL THE CONTINENTAL DRIFT


I FEEL THE CONTINENTAL                                                       DRIFT

                                              
of                                          shif  ting   geo graphy:
the sun no longer    overhead;
an unfamiliar sea.

A jagged barrier reef surrounds                                                        
                                                                                                                an inaccesible shore
and                    ICE                              –               how thick I do not know
where    water           was        before.

 

Where is that quiet green valley
where       heron       and         kingfisher        flew?
A ridge of stone as bare as bone
BLOCKS IT FROM MY VIEW

 

A flat and recent Sahara
covers remembered   h i l l s
and over the top of  my childhood home
the     lurid     lava         s p   i    l   l  s.

NO feral  forces fed those fires
that swept my past away.
NO howling hurricanes spread those flame
that turned night      to      brightest day.

NO           irresistible           seismic           thrust
pushed  up   that mountain range.
Some   weakness   at        the heart      of things
permitted                                        all                   this                            change.

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