By Jill McCabe Johnson
Where sea grounds bow skyward,
waters boil. Dome of heat and stretch,
as rifts and junctions
budge the wombly crust
like wrinkles in turtle’s neck.
But for every burgeoning, compaction.
Rock into rock pushing magma
up Mountain’s igneous spring.
“Day Floor-Fault” comes from a series of poems entitled “Diary of the One Swelling Sea.” In these persona poems, I imagined what the sea might say if he kept a journal. Each poem begins with the word “Day” to indicate the daily entries in his journal.
Copyright Johnson 2012