when the tectonic plates shift
there will be a hole in the world
and in time, maybe,
it will fill with magma
from the heart of the earth.
it will cover the trenches
that were created within the disaster
and the smoke will clear
so that we can see the sun again.
there will still be volcanoes
they’ll erupt and disrupt
and the earthquakes will shake
until all we have left is rubble
and telephone poles that have vines slithering
up them like a cold snake searching for the sky.
the landslides will then fall
and tsunami’s as tall as the appalachians will crash down
washing away the hurt and the sin
that is embedded in our bones
carved into our marrow rings
like initials on a tree.
but when it is calm
we will pat dust off our jeans
and ring water from our hair.
we will turn around
to look at the everything that is now nothing
and all we'll see is each other.