still trembling

trembling,

like water in a glass on a train,

railway sickness

a little too close to my brain

it's in the sky,

clouds roaring their warning,

ground shaking,

choking dust clouds forming

melodramatic,

when it's all in my head,

hold it in,

quivering thin as thread

close the door

or your eyes

hide under mismatched bed spreads

leach the feelings out

laying in a pool of your own dread

still trembling,

rocking with the earth beneath your feet,

seawater nausea

slipping down into the deep

until

we're clinging to the window light,

reminding ourselves we're still here,

sinking our toes into the carpet weave,

drawing the light beams more near

a shiver

to run through your bones,

and the sun and moon to wink it away,

a breath to calm the nerves,

and the steadiness to finally stay.