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
Leave a Reply