Natural Disaster

We perceive strength in one another
and greedily grasp
at eroding rock,
clinging for stability
to shifting plates and shadows.

We take chisel to one another, and commend solidity.
Harsh strength amidst hardship.

The tremors work their way–
inside to out.
We see only the disruptive aftershocks played across the surface of the visage,
or none at all.

We run from
landslides
we have caused.
We comfort those running from the
Landslides they have caused.

But the Mover of the Mountains
Weeps for Lazarus and landslides, too.

Published by Stephanie Agnes-Crockett

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means β€œpure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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