the tea in my bottle is never still.
in some way or another, the earth trembles.
this land has been wrecked with mother nature’s mood swings,
her earthquakes shaking us apart.
the crops tremor,
and the grass sways in the absence of wind.
maybe it’s the unsteady thumping of my heart.
maybe i mistaken the unsteady lines of its beat on the ECG machine
for that jarring feeling of losing my footing.
do you feel the way the earth shakes too?
do you hear the way my heart quivers for you?