You leave tomorrow
and you’re inside packing
your paintings
your clothes
necessities
And I’m thinking how
I should be one of those things
needed
one of those things you bring
everywhere
because life wouldn’t be complete
without it by your side
But I’m not
Instead I’m watching
and I’m waiting
and I’m looking out at the
ocean
and praying
for us
and for everything that should be
could be
and for everything that isn’t
to one day be
I’m looking at this island
and I’m trying to make it move
but it’s still
and the water moves around it
I’m like that island
stuck
steady
ready as the waves crash against it
and those waves are you
always moving
always changing
smoothing the edges of the island
where trees and grass grow
but always in their place
just watching
waiting
breathing
and hoping
that whoever made those
mountains
rising in the distance
will protect our circle
like the mountains protect
this place
from storms
spiraling
inhaling
storms
foreseen in the distance
but what happens
when an unexpected earthquake
erupts from below
cracking my
island
forcing your
waves
upward
and drowning
the grass
the trees
everything
that’s been growing there?
You’re inside
packing your things
things you own
things you need
things that are yours
forever maybe
and I’m wishing
I was one of them
But then I remember
that whoever made those
mountains
also made the
earthquake
that forced them to rise
and I think maybe
just maybe
everything will be okay
That one day our
earthquake
could build a force
that’ll protect us too
