As if we had been plundered we went room to room. "That's gone!" "Just look at that" "And there!" In time we all rebuilt. Yet we assume disaster will return, so we prepare with batteries and matches water, gas. We keep our family photos by the door or somewhere near the bins for paper, glass or lost amid the useless crap we store. God! avalanche my magazines; and rain away my relatives; old clothes flambè; tornado through commitments; hurricane me clean; tsunami all my shit away! Yet, even as I ponder all at stake, I sometimes really wish the earth would quake!