Tuesday, 26 December 2006

Drift

Seven years old, in my jigsaw world map
I saw the west coast of Africa
fit neatly beside Brazil
despite the expanse of ocean
that correctly came between
in broken blue.

Years later in a college lecture room
I discovered continental drift,
plate tectonics, theories of biogeography
and instantly understood.

Now, sifting through photographs
I see your distant face:
Africa to my Brazil.

10 comments:

Alex aka Gypsy Girl said...

Thank you for your comment and for this poem. I drifted away from my Brazil... So this was very sweet for me. I checked all your other wonderful sites and enjoyed them very much too. Thanks for sharing!

SquareTraveler said...

It's sad when plate tectonics gets in the way of love. This is a very nice poem, and I love that it makes me thing of geography.

Brian said...

I remember that time when new discoveries happened everyday. When things made sense putting the pieces together.

Dennis said...

I’m sure it was satisfying to have the professor explain plate tectonics to you. But I have to believe that nothing compared to that seven-year-old’s joy upon discovering how things fit for herself, despite not having the words to understand it.

twitches said...

Love that last stanza - takes me somewhere I didn't expect yet makes perfect sense. I love it when a poem does that.

Dana said...

I love how this poem moves ~ from childhood to adulthood, from something impersonal to the personal. Nicely done.

Pearl said...

This is cool and works so well reflecting human dynamics and growth.

Rethabile said...

Images of Gondwanaland. Good poem. I like the way it's told/said very much.

Have a good 2007...

Cate said...

I love this poem! LOVE IT. I read it both silently and out loud several times, and what a pleasure!

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks - glad you enjoyed.

Alex - thanks for visiting back and browsing!

Dennis -exactly right!