Why didn’t I come
earlier to these hills?
much before birth
when the earth’s girth
was tired in body
why didn’t I come
to see cherubic children
or the bird’s flight up, above
when the moon had a story
to tell, of amour
moon’s love
and the sun kissed the earth
in silent waves of protest
or when, the earth shook
in its fiber and discolored
our sanity.
Earthquake.
