to make class on time,
I thought it was me.
I thought it was my body shaking my head,
that I was going to faint in hunger.
But then I heard:
"Is your chair moving too?"
And at my affirmation,
we both knew it was a temblor,
not knowing what a temblor is until that moment.
No shaking, no bouncing--just rocking,
as if the earth,
that most seemingly solid substance,
were suddenly the sea,
and my friend and I, seated in our desks,
riders of rowboats rolled gently on the waves.
It was over in a few seconds,
but our astonishment kept growing
like the ripples of a splash in a pond.
Cholula, Puebla, 1989
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