Shivering Poem by RIC BASTASA

my hands are trembling
on your story
of a plot that vibrates
with fear
like the leaves of an aspen
one autumn breeze

like i were a child
quaking always
asking for more

like the quivering
poplar tree

my shaking knees
on shaky feet

i changed perspective
about this
shivering

i must see
the sparkling lights
from some shivering
crystals
of the chandeliers
of this
old house

where this family
of mine
still thrive

wanting to get
rid of
trembling hands