Continental Drift


The sun rises on grated brick

As I skip

To the click

And beat of my feet

Placed within my shoes made by an Indian woman

Who is just like you.

I carry a stone of green, malachite.

It’s used so that my heart’s passion may be seen

By anyone or anything who tries to intervene

I am fuerte, strong.

I am in Chile, but not for long.


I wait for the metro and clutch the bracelet

That I purchased in a Russian park made of garnet.

My jeans from Holland hug my thighs tight

As if to keep my warmth safe from another’s intentions, dare if they might.

I am fuerte, strong.

I am in Chile, but not for long.


I travel in the physical, my exterior shows,

In my clothes and accessories, all the places I’ve known.

But my heart is what carries

All that I’ve seen

From mountains to cities,

My memory’s pristine.

I am fuerte, strong.

I am on Earth, but not for long.


Mary Gabis

2 thoughts on “Continental Drift

    1. I could add more yes, I didn’t add my travels to Germany or France but I definitely should! If you would like an eye to read your poem when you are working on it or have completed it, feel free to send it along here or through email!

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