Techtonics

In only a few months

there begin to be fissures

in what we remember,

and within a year or two,

the facts break apart

one from another

and slowly begin to shift

and turn, grinding,

pushing up over each other

until their shapes

have been changed

and the past has become

a new world.

And after many years,

even a love affair,

one lush green island

all to itself,

perfectly detailed

with even a candle

softly lighting a smile,

may slide under the waves

like Atlantis,

scarcely rippling the heart.