When Will Cascadia Speak?
A poem about the fear of the Cascadia Megaquake.
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When Will Cascadia Speak?
Consistently, over each year,
after each small tremble,
a single thought lines my fears:
Is it finally happening?
The one to alter the landscape,
and level all of my region?
It is said to be overdue, as laid
out by historical evidence.
Once passed down through the
tradtion of oral storytelling.
And one whose potential
destruction cannot truly be
reckoned or prepared for.
Today might not be that day,
but every passing moment leads
me to wonder, to ask alone:
“When will Cascadia speak?”
i understand this! the fear of the natural world never gets quiet for me, especially a destructive earthquake that could occur at any moment and you'll never know just when that will be. truly wild that we're just supposed to go about our daily lives and not think of this...
I remember visiting Mount Saint Helens and thinking about how it could wake up at any time and how dangerous it could be