Avalanche

A Poem

Electric pounding

every single thing is pounding,

crashing down I am holding it up —

dust falls, dust settles;

dust is the least of it — but the most of it,

the return the return, the origin of it all, of us all,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and whatnot —

a handful of clay, a breath on this clay, is what they say;

how it all began, how it all started: go back to it I beg of you,

spilling your dirt on us all, crumbling it up, pouring it into our eyes, laughing —

getting away with it, getting away with it, getting away with it; rockslide — stomping — no mud because my tears will not water this farce any longer,

my tears are reserved for the worthy — I re-survive, I re-thrive, constantly, growing;

and all you can do, all you can ever do — is kick dirt, kick rocks, shake and shatter and pound,

make a mess with your avalanche of egotism,

triggered by your tantrums —

the blowback —

will be

glorious

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.