Poised between hope and fear
Of what might come, we keep
An eye on the animals, goats
Grazing on a green slope,
Birds wheeling overhead. They say
Animals sense earthquakes days
Before they happen, their bodies
Like instruments detecting
The subtlest of vibrations,
Telling them to flee before the disaster.
I sit beside you in our tent, neither
Husband nor wife, waiting
For a different set of signs, sure
The rocks will tumble out of what
We’ve built for years in secret,
Sure it will happen soon but still
Choosing to be in the epicenter.
Forgive me for almost hoping
For the definitive tremor. But in your eyes
I’ve glimpsed wings flapping,
Dogs running away. I know
But need to see that I can’t stop
What’s meant to happen.
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