You can hear it coming if you close your eyes
and allow yourself to grow still
allow yourself to become
transparent an open window
like a gale a storm a two a.m. freight train
rumbling inexorably in the middle distance
you can hear it coming any day any day
any day now and try cry plug your ears
as you might there is nothing you can do
to change its course
it is tattooed with your name
it knows the indented shape your restless head
leaves on that gold satin pillowcase
it is intimate with the quickening of your heart
when you wonder
it has mined the bitter ore of your fear
and grown rather fond of the work
to your credit you never think
not even for a moment that a change of track
will derail what is already underway
arriving any day any day now because
no matter what all those slick sleek people say
you know better you’re no fool
and you can hear it coming
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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