CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS
We all feel it coming…
in the rustling of leaves
and heaviness of winds, bundled like punching fists…
as this heaving planet exhales
it’s in air, all around us
s.o.m.e.t.h.i.n.g….. is coming
it’s a confrontation
a conflagration
it’s a chaos we don’t understand
as the universe convulses
in another seismic shift
we crouch down, sitting on haunches
small hairs stand on end
caught in the glare of exploding sunlight
screaming to understand
what creatures will be born then
or
will it
unfold
as
a
second chance