Stacie McCall Whitaker - Stone Coast, Maine

Continental Drift

My old grandmother dreams

she is walking a twenty-six mile

marathon in our Sierras, her

body again young and lithe,

durable as the drift of a continent.


In these years of her white hair,

she sees with the inner eyes

of remembrance and dreams,

her two outer eyes clouded,

skin paper as moth wings.


I, too, feel something old on this day;

aged twenty-six years and come again

to my San Joaquin Valley,

finding my elders’ lives, their

winter sun pointing north


on this bed of earth that once

was an inland sea, striking

crisp days of rare frost

below the white granite

mountains of light.

About the Author

Amber MV is a proud native of the central San Joaquin Valley (north Fresno-Clovis) and the Sierra Nevada mountains of California near Yosemite, Sequoia, and Kings Canyon. She holds a BA in Creative Writing and English from Southern New Hampshire University. She currently lives in western Washington state, a place almost as incomparably beautiful as her original inland-California home.