It Will Never Be the Same Again

The earth beneath my feet was solid and sure,

yesterday,

I remember the earth crumbling,

I sensed the change about to come,

I dug my heels into the earth

and journeyed on

noises were an irritation, rumbling

groans of explanation

or none at all, vexing as that was

confusing

a lonely time, as there is no other

holding a hand weak from breathing

oxygen gasps and

bedside dreaming

of youthful years

now in the past

the change comes

in a late night call

a tremor felt, in my limbs

the earth is rising

buckling, cracked and pale

it will never be the same again.

lesley anne armour 2023