The Frailty of All Things

How did we break up like Pangea drifting still remembered in how we used to fit together like a puzzle and if you found the missing pieces you too could rule the world without any faults a continental division begs the question of separate needs pulled into different directions cursing like Mount St. Helen's dirty talk or covering up a decision like a tsunami the stomp of Italy into Africa's coast we are global warming on a personal scale changes in the climate of our passions fueled by unreplenished natural resources there's no intimacy to keep us together for good so we continue our split in every storm and jet stream shift and eruption deep within the fissured heart of the Marianas Trench.


I thought recently of the impermance of life. The range of our experiences can cause laughter and sorrow. Many of the strongest experiences come from love. How we feel for people. What we do for it. How we express it. Knowing when to wield it and when to let go. It is within these ambiguities that we experience the changing reality of our lives. The evolution is inevitable. This poem is a reflection of one of those movements.