This morning from my tiny Kensington Apartment
I can feel the earth tremble
Waves through the ground
I sit atop the very pulse of growth in my city
I can see it in my tea
The water moves before I lift the cup
Everything is trembling.

Its actual location is hard to pinpoint
And the Matter is there are many points from which the city breaths
Each taking its turn, the other turning off like a valve
The pulse is most evident in the body when any appendage is flexed

There is no pulse now, it has shifted
Now only the residual effects are with us
Surging through our day in our own body
With our own Pulse

It can wake you
Or Keep you sleeping