the solid ground
though it’s been known to shudder
to open without warning into great rifts
to offer sudden sinkholes & eruptions of fire
daydreams, nightdreams, the tenuous braid of imagination
history as written between the stars
the upside-down lies your eyes tell you, day after day
the sky, its blue breathable air
though it’s been known to thicken with smoke
with the exhalations of furnaces and exhausts
with too much rain for the cracked ground to swallow
the smell of coffee in the morning, the taste of cinnamon
the silence behind, beneath the crackle & spit, the roar of the city
the rise of light in the east, its fall in the west
the intricate interweaving of insect & animal & forest
though it’s been known to unravel in a cascade of death
to leave only fossils & devastation
the slow re-evolution of merging cells
––
sharon brogan
november 02015
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