huddle closer to me
ask me to tell you
everything’s
going to be all right
i do
though i have doubts
of my own grabbing at my feet
though every step
is made on
shifting tectonic plates
each the size of my heart
each the size of my life
no physical clocks
in the house anymore
only digital trance mediums
monsters that communicate
silently with satellites
no ticking to mark the time
but still
the earth shifts
but still
the earth turns
i huddle closer to you
and tell you
i will be your
earthquake insurance
Words and Feathers 
‘Digital trance mediums’ that’s a rich image/comment 🙂
😀
There is a sweetness to this–the brave faces we put on for others.
It’s true. At least one person always has to be “on.”
Aw, what a virile poem! That’s quite a statement there — “I’ll be your earthquake insurance.” You need to say that with a booming voice, baby.
I don’t think I can pull off booming. Maybe if I add sound effects.
Whatever it takes, you know, and especially if the art demands it.