the largest quakes
roar forth from where
one tectonic plate
slides under another
let’s do that
dance
geologically
shifting positions
wrecking our puny house
tearing the roads apart with
sonic booms in the bed-
rock
the axis of the earth
a few inches askew
spins oddly
and the stars
not quite the same —
do it
again and again
until we have to change
the myths we make to explain
the pictures in the night sky
Dark Matter 
September 16th, 2011 at 7:04 pm
Love this poem!
cathy
September 17th, 2011 at 12:21 am
thanks!