The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/29/07

[BlueIris]

"Plate Tectonics"

For now I have decided to not decide.
I trace the distance between us
on newspaper weather maps.
We are two inches apart.

I bundle myself in
warm-from-dryer blankets,
thinking of high school science,
picturing continents billions of years ago
refusing to remain stationary,
drifting and colliding until
north touched
west touched
south touched
east as a poorly folded road map.

My reluctant roots could be roused
by grinding plates, earthquakes, pumping lava,
steam rising from the ocean.
I listen to wind and crickets,
waiting for tremors.

—Michael Walters

[ThomCat]

1. I think I'm in a relationship remarkably similar to that.

Nothing ever changes, exactly, but there's nothing very stable about it either. We're just waiting for something to happen so we can drift apart...

[BlueIris]

2. Hmmmm.

That's an interesting parallel to what's being described of the relationship in this poem.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[BlueIris]

4. Kick.

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.

[BlueIris]

6. Geeze. I thought this would be hugh.

[BlueIris]

7. Kickety.

[BlueIris]

8. Kick.