From the archives – Quake — Tyrell Johnson

Quake

The ground shifts
under our feet

the fishbowl lands
with frightening speed

you and I
fall to our knees.

When all is over
we look to the floor.

Our shattered windows,
the broken door.

We can’t remember,
was it us,

or the earth,
that shook to the core.

by Tyrell Johnson

from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 20, January 2011

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim