Aftershocks
airplane landing gear blows kisses
to the roof of our little yellow
house at least five times a day
shaking the glass curio cabinet
that sits in the corner of a sea
mist living room, tucked behind
our pilling grey loveseat, which is at
the peak of its comfortable existence,
and as the glass rattles, it sends
shudders through palm-sized
sea turtles made of wood, crystal,
or stone, and it tremors up each
glass platform till the miniature
lighthouse on the upper shelf
wobbles, and i wonder to myself
if cape hatteras ever trembled
by the sea, as we did.
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Sarah Keener is a poet who is currently pursuing an MFA degree at the University of North Carolina in Wilmington. Originally from the North Carolina foothills of Shelby, she spends her time enjoying the beach. Sarah’s poetry focuses on religious themes or an observation of the natural world. Three of her poems were published in the NOVA literary arts magazine (formerly known as Sanskrit)