The Tectonic Shift
It happened slowly,
a continent became a peninsula—
earth drowned by water.
A drop here, monsoon there
enough to flood and submerge
one side of you
away from me.
The first time I noticed
the canal broke—your hand
slipped from mine,
a rush of seismic energy:
no throughway between us
once the land mass erupted.
After that we were an
archipelago
rooted in the same sea.
Your cliffs tower in the
distance,
insurmountable.
All through the night
I watched you volcano,
your magma giving way to lush
land.
Fertile ground—
someone else’s harvest.
Nicole Bird
Nicole Bird is a Pushcart Nominated
writer and poet with credits in Ariel Chart, Granfalloon (Canada) and Indian Periodical (India)
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Poetry