No, a quake,

downside

up to vibrations

that tell apart

the yard maple

from its bark,

inside being outside, see

that shag of brown grass

perhaps an old man's beard

show through the dirt

still hiding school children

from lessons in life sciences

whose last slowing calls

seize the essence of the matter

inside this earth

as it shakes

free of her burdens,

life races past

all attachments,

leaving you

oh but where