Plate Tectonics

There are oceans between us.

They sprang suddenly from silence

Filling the cold canyons

In the spaces that we made

When we let the gaps run too deep.

Those riverbeds that once flowed with

Such sweet water have succumbed to

Bitter and frigid waves that now

Span for miles upon miles.

Turn around. Move swiftly.

Soon these tectonics will not be so

forgiving.

The ground is already shifting

Beneath our feet.

Perhaps someday when the water

Has calmed and frozen into glass

We can bundle up and skate leisurely

Into our former memories

together.