Not a sudden crack of lightning against
a mountain cliff, nor the burst of a volcano’s
first bombs. No, my pain swells offshore,
apprehension the tsunami will strike soon
and hit hard, battering beaches of cells.
Pressure rams against my skull, across
the forehead, and lodges on the cheekbone.
An entire hemisphere under siege, borders
indisputable, the healthy neurons jittery
as if a junta rules next door.
A refugee, I wander the periphery, hope
for a clandestine crossing, yet know
when this torrent subsides, devastation will
remain and my earth will again fissure.