Continental Drift by Shawn Nacona Stroud
After the cataclysm
you
broke away
from me. For years
the lands drifted
across
the cold sea.
Fate propelled
your plate
into another,
and you
connected
as we never could. You called
him Asia, and he praised you,
Africa. He impressed you
with his thick lush forests,
and danced on your sun beaten
planes. Together
you and he watched the ice
form over me, alone in that
darkness, you named me
Antarctica.
Shawn Nacona Stroud currently lives in Ohio where he goes to school full time working on his MBA. His poetry has been published in various print and online publications including Mississippi Crow Magazine, Poetry Worm 40, The Loch Raven Review, Word Catalyst Magazine, Here and Now, and Up the Staircase.
After the cataclysm
you
broke away
from me. For years
the lands drifted
across
the cold sea.
Fate propelled
your plate
into another,
and you
connected
as we never could. You called
him Asia, and he praised you,
Africa. He impressed you
with his thick lush forests,
and danced on your sun beaten
planes. Together
you and he watched the ice
form over me, alone in that
darkness, you named me
Antarctica.
Shawn Nacona Stroud currently lives in Ohio where he goes to school full time working on his MBA. His poetry has been published in various print and online publications including Mississippi Crow Magazine, Poetry Worm 40, The Loch Raven Review, Word Catalyst Magazine, Here and Now, and Up the Staircase.
