Fault Lines
For a moment Atlas grew weak,
I found what I seek and left it behind.
Stones rolled, broke and replicated;
the sun devoured clouds dripping
the sweat of worry
poured out on the dry soil.
The foundation falters.
I am standing on nothing, but I am standing.
I looked into your simpering eyes
as the ground opened beneath us
and we fell and we felt free, smiling.
Hands clasped. Desires clashed.
We fell and we stood on nothing,
but we stood as we fell.
Our toes brush the bottom like a shallow lake.
The moon jumps from sky to water and back,
and still Atlas wavers, the foundation cracking.
I don’t know these words we say,
but I’m not afraid.