San Andreas Fault
I wake up wondering if this will be the day–
every single day the cracks get deeper
the crevices grow wider
the space between will never be filled. Gaps
like the Grand Canyon
years and years of slow melancholy stripping away
the bits of me still there.
Seismic shifts in the tectonics that slam together
and drift apart.
The ever-changing landscape of me morphing
Continuously in cyclic fashion —
Yet somehow solid.