Earthquakes, Chili Peppers and Vinyl Records

Did you feel it?

That’s a section on the US Geological Survey website
(A Science for a Changing World)

I was feeling a lot of things
in my dream

listening to vinyl records
with the man who
professed his passion
for hot chili peppers

people all around us
were preparing for
impending disaster
tsunami maybe
but I was not well-versed

I was looking at his bookshelves
putting the needle on the record
might as well listen to a good tune
feel happy
when catastrophe strikes

there was that white knitted afghan
tilted shelving
an enormous brown couch
who was it we were listening to
when my bed began shaking?

I felt an earthquake
while I was dreaming
rocking me in waves
while I slept

In the morning
I jot the dream details
but my rattling bed
is doubtful
in reality
there are no earthquakes on my dormant island

to be sure
I search the USGS
maybe I felt distant fault lines trembling

documented there
2:59am
on the other end of my island chain
Hawaii had a 2.1 tremor
and so too, Japan
a 5.1
the Philipines
4.9

when you look to see the online list
it seems the whole world is rumbling!

courtesty USGS

“Did you feel it? Report an earthquake”
links
in cyberspace

I won’t report it
except for here
record players and chili peppers
earthquakes shaking my bed

dream science
a changing world
are we feeling it?

Seeking the Subtle Thread

It’s one of those kind of days.  3am and a To Do list.

Yesterday I was liquid, alive in exotic locales.  Swirling in music:  Bon Iver, Gillian Welch, Scott Matthews.

This morning, there are no artful photographic images.  No graceful alliterations to spout forth.

Just a sharpened pencil outlining a list.  PDFs of school calendars.  Bank statements and a calculator.

I tell myself there is an art to this.  This practical living we all dance through.  That there must be some merit in writing about the most mundane.  Some inspiration in the quest to find the magic.

The seeking of some satiating thread (so subtle), in even this most parched scape.

Aloe Vera and the Ganges

I spend the early dark of morning
in headphones
Eddie Vedder singing Cat Stevens
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

writing poetry

Himalayan waterfalls and desire
too close to disclose
I swirl in sunrise and feeling
in my writing hour
I am alive

when motherhood calls

Jeb’s sunburn throbbing
his small red shoulders pull me
from foreign lands and eddies
back to thick aloe goo
soothing skin with words
blowing cool upon his back
easing tears

this morning
I am seeping liquid
spread out all over this world

courtesy of rob's lensonlife