it's coming

with an ear
to the ground
you hear the rumble
of what's
coming.
a thousand
horses, a train,
a thundering
crowd.
it's tomorrow,
or the next day,
but
it's coming.
you see it in
the ripple of water,
the way
the trees lean
with cupped
leaves,
the way the animals
run for
shelter.
it's coming. there's
nothing you
can about
that.