Earthquake Weather -- Barry Schwabsky

No, but unseasonable air
touches you
outside. Hangs
fireworks in trees, then way past
to the treasury of the middle eye
forgotten—forgotten beauty
whose vergence
displays death
correctly. Eye muscles:
superior, lateral, inferior, oblique.
Somewhere a tremor
sets off. Then
flick. Already in the face
you were born with, a powerful
surface, someone's usual
invitation to try spotting the moon
in clear, rippling water.