Winter 1991 • Vol. XIII No. 1 Poetry |

Four Days: Earthquake

An earthquake terrified us all. The house trembled, the walls moved. Now the boy spins, throws himself to the ground, and laughs at this. When his eyes are closed and the world is dizzy, all falls down. * Those clouds didn't gather over the mountains, or drift in from thesea; they were born suddenly out of the air. If they could lookdown from that distance, the city, now in ruins, would be invisible. * I wanted a house that could float in silence over the mountains. Then a great quake tore away the earth beneath our home. A man downstream was buried alive; we can't know what he wanted. Andwhat was he looking for at the mouth of that cave? * I discovered a stream that disappears underground. I found mounds of spoiled grass, a skull, and teeth standing out against the matted rot. I found mushrooms, and took them home, and washed them, and setthem in a bowl to dry. It was a comfort to see the orange flesh quiverto the touch like it always had. 

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