2004
the year the quakes began,
my son was born.
“Not too late”, I thought
for life to begin.
Goodbye to all the rough starts
that never wrote an end.
Finally on a good track,
a real and solid track.
Promises delivered, now resting in my hands,
steady as she goes now…
This is everything.
2005
the year the earth split wide
and left me on this island,
my son and I,
the only survivors of my future.
Reaching for stability on a floor of earth
that heaved and crashed,
we gripped my life
by the root.
We claimed it
and the tiny place it occupied.
We hugged it
and did nothing else
until the great displacement stopped.
Our world was blown apart,
but we rose to find ourselves intact.
We’ve been chased back to the root of life
where we’re building back our world.
We’re differently awake now.
We’ve seen the axe swing by
in a random act of ungodliness,
and know it’s out there.
That threat is roaring in the darkness,
but nothing’s fiercer than the guard we keep.
Pre-2004
is empty now,
seven times deleted.
The focus corrected,
I have viewed for once in clarity,
and what lies back there
is not worth saving.
Now the earth has stilled,
The ground is solid
and supporting us.
Promises delivered, surviving in our hands,
steady as we go now…
We are everything.
-kara