ISOLATION DAY 20: Horror Movie

I tell you
I’m not good at
living in unprecedented times.

You say the Universe has a very big voice.
It speaks to us through some kind of
spirit ear; we have only to listen.

So I place my ear against the springtime earth.
I think there might be a rumbling: the sound
change makes when it’s birthing.

On the other side of my window
white-tipped buds on the serviceberry tree
tremble with imminent blooms.

I tell you

In the worst kind of horror movie
everything looks normal
but it’s not.