Living Through An Earthquake
Oh, my years in San Francisco.
Those days when I saw the home
next door, moving..
It's walls looking like a waterfall.
Grabbing the sides on our table,
as nature scared us all.
Or taking a snooze with my daughter.
and telling her to stop shaking the bed!
Then waking her and shouting
" Earthquake!"
Not knowing what was ahead!
In those years, they were only
5.O., nothing like the Loma
Prieta which was 8.0 and did
phenomenal damage.
We humans think we are powerful.
Until the power of shaking earth
reminds us....'tis not so.
And when your floor feels like
a magic carpet ride.
Or you see a four lane highway
ripple like a soft ribbon, nearly
liquefied!
I no longer live on a major fault
line.
So the fear of an earthquake is
no longer mine.
Quite honestly, I fear freezing
temperatures far more.
Lightning scares me, tornadoes
floods, and hurricanes I abhor.
Southern California has had many
strong earthquakes.
I see the one there tonight,and
can only imagine their plight.
Before you go to bed, I request
you please, say a prayer?
For those folks,too afraid and must
sleep outdoors in this warm starlit,
California earthquake-ravaged land
tonight.
Thank you~ Panagiota
July 5, 2019
11 pm PST
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