Tuesday, August 23, 2011
it was my first earthquake
Cat curled at my side.
The glasses in the china closet started to rattle, my feet feel the rumble from below.
My cat panics, jumps to the floor and it shutters beneath his paws.
My house ebbs and it flow, my house sways and rocks like a train on its tracks.
As I gaze around the room the picture frames fall, the chandelier sways.
Then I wonder if its an uneven load in the washer; sorry Maytag!
My stomach clenches and I worry for a little minute if something bad happened; maybe terrorist or nuclear.
Then after twenty very long seconds when it has stopped I begin to think.
And then I knew.
It was scary and exciting.
Did I forget to mention I'm grateful I don't live on the west coast?
I had just experienced what was my very first earthquake.