This one lasted
At least five minutes
And though we are not from there
We appeared to be in South America
A capital in the mountains
High rises reaching up
Out of the valleys
We were not frightened:
Our parents had perished already
But we still held on,
Waited for the shaking to stop
However, this was less a shake
And more a bounce
Reciprocation
The building itself
An elevator, like the gantry
We rode to numb our pain with
Thrills
That all this happened in the
South America of my dreams
Tells me somewhere down there
A family goes through this same
Ride
They aren’t scared either
Their earthquick might go
Side to side
Round and round
Or rolling