There’s a chasm on a fault line that I dance on.
There’s a give in that part of the earth.
It’s not wise to tip toe an earth quake. But I can’t help but cautiously trace around that mistake.
Stomping where the earth is delicate doesn’t make me brave. But I run and jump waiting to see what jolt causes it to give way.
A gnarled scare stretching miles is not a play ground. It’s a fault line that will tremor until it implodes. It is the dry rocky earth that will noiselessly sound.
But I dance and play waiting for the earth to shake. Waiting for the line to crack and the chasm to swallow me in. I dance and play caressing my biggest mistake. Waiting for the earth to swallow me whole. Dance and play, the crack hasn’t splintered into a break. Dance and play, just waiting for the earthquake.