Fault Lines


The geography of her led

to dark terrain,

an earthen depression

amidst the peaks of

surrounding onlookers.

In her mapping

her light was never luminous

though inhabitants far beyond

saw it, captured it, and

tried to bounce it back.

She never retrieved her

glow after placing it on

the hills and plateaus

she considered beyond her latitude

that she surveyed and logged inside.

To raise their earthen forms

she suppressed her own

never knowing it was her

hill that towered over theirs

far beyond the horizon of perception.



Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: www.joannezarrillocherefko.com