Fukushima

A fault line in my heart trembled. Tremors along my spinal cord tumbled memories down. A wave of longing crashed upon the coastline of my memories. Remembered faces collapsed. An inorganic fever rose, and the memories were displaced to cold and crowded halls. And here I am, still digging through debris for missing memories worried I might forget a place, a name, a face, a street I used to pace, a park, a swing, a child I used to teach.