above the core

the clouds are going now

the blue sky quietly becomes 

unhidden

why can't everything be

this easy

  something gets in the way

  and then it clears

  and everything's good again

invisible fault lines

  how many disguises 

  must be kept 

  over deeper troubles

my earth trembles 

  somewhere

a rumbling above the core that

ripples outward

there are times when even

standing in place 

becomes a challenge

(Image from georgepratt.com)