Oceanic Ridges:  I am Poem… by Suzanne McMahon

I am spreading and recycled

I wonder if I will ever stop moving across the floor

I hear magma waiting to erupt

I see a submarine bouncing signals off me

I want the seawater to cool me down

I am spreading and recycled

I pretend that I can control my temper

I feel like I own the ocean floor

I touch a microbe that can only survive in my vents

I worry about plates colliding and giving me a headache

I cry when my volcanic rock ends up in a hot spring

I am spreading and recycled

I understand how hard it is for anything to live nearby

I say many people don’t know how angry I get down here

I dream of being on land-standing taller than the Himalayas

I try to renew the face of the planet.

I hope every person finds out how mysterious I can be

I am spreading and recycled