Earthquake

The rain shivers down windows in translucent beads. My fingers tremble against the panes. I wish that I wished to reach out across the streams of silence that slide between us, to close my fingers around yours, but I would much prefer to be a lone marble column, staring imperiously at the shards of stone that surround her feet, than to be a winged statue, encompassed by domed skylights and white pillars, serenaded by water that rushes into golden fountains, only to discover, at the moment she stumbles into the crashing edifice, that she can not bear to fly.