This morning a queasy tremble
Shuddered through our building:
An edifice anchored deep to bedrock
A tick burrowed in an animal's pelt
With some surprise, I swayed and swooned:
The power quite unsettling.
If this behemoth flicked like a flag in a breeze
What other jellied earth was shifting so?
I pondered the permanence
Of structures propped on shifting plates
Lives bedded on concrete and mortar
Fortunes fickle with steel and glass
Were we meant to worship the tactile
Or nestle deeper in thoughts and souls?
A love song, a thought caress sang softly to me
As the building quivered but failed to fall
(David)
(David)
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