This week’s Monday poem is called Tremors by Nerissa del Carmen Guevarra.
Actually, what is left
Is a vague memory that I loved you.
You sit across me
And still my arms know the depth-feel
Of you, weight-density heavier
Than this silence.
Do not worry. They will not move
Like they used to.
Instruments like Geiger counters
Do not need to be in a crack
To feel a quake.
A single tremor multiplied
Can tell the greatest of rifts
Across you, I finally understand
The Theory of Continental Drifts:
Ages ago, we were just one island
That had forgotten its shape.