Sit still during earthquakes,
better to see what breaks.

This shudder of Gaia
comes like an idea.

When things fall into place
we strive to embrace

their new arrangement.
Hence our estrangement.

Thoughts tumble on their own.
Once they are thrown,

dancing like dice, they roll
out of our control.


A very Lucretian poem (or indeed Derridean), for those who care about such things. Its inspiration was a 4.8 whose epicenter was about twelve miles from the lodge we rented for the Fourth in the San Bernardino Mts., elev. approx. 5,100 ft.