Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Something's Coming

I can see it in the grey of the skies
and hear it in the robin’s call.
It is in the wind
blowing
the leaves back and forth without direction.
It is on the wings
of the buzzard
who sits on top of the metal highway light
like a lookout in a bank heist.
It is in the air,
moist with the future,
and in the slamming of my backdoor.
It is in the moment,
the hour
before
the grass turns green
and the water flows.
It is underneath the covers,
and in the rabbit hole,
persistent as a dog in search
of his buried bone.
Yes,
something’s coming.
Better shut the windows
and pull the curtains tight.