April 9, 2014

Tremor


Our building shakes
again in the night,
like a palm tree
caught in the wind.

Car alarms sound
in our troubled dreams,
no one knows 
where we've been.

Sometimes I wonder
why we're here, at all,
unsteady ground
searching to take us in.

We both hold on,
wondering when it will stop,
things seem worse 
than they really are.

Finally, we'll slip 
into deepest sleep,
forget the damage  
done, so far.

3/25/2014