Earthquake

I never thought I could love San Francisco because of the weather.

Sporadic earthquakes and 300 days of fogs that suffocate the sunshine right out of smile

I thought I would always resent it for this.

While preparing to board an outgoing plane for the third time since I met you,

I realized that this was not the case.

 

It is never the weather that makes a city.

Rarely the events,

sometimes the history,

but always, always, the people.

I fell in love with San Francisco round late 2011

immediately following what my friends deemed “the end of the world”

but could more accurately be described as a tremor.

 

Still…

I liked the way it moved me.

I like the idea that something outside of my peripheral could shake me.

I like the night we met,

I like the fact that I was facing the entrance of café

and didn’t even see you come in.

I love how mundane that night could have been

but still…

I liked the way it moved me.

 

Some days when you text me,

I find myself sitting in my doorway for comfort.

This is where you wait when you're waiting for an earthquake.

 

I gotta be honest,

I dream of your last name.

El Henson

Wake up with your first trembled

against my lips

reverberating…

like a song.

Like a flower’s vibration just before bloom,

like the earth trembling before it opens.

It shakes my whole body.

There are rumors,

of the next largest earthquake in San Francisco since 1906

and I am positive

you will have something to do with that.