Claire V. Bogdanos

I see the shadows on the walls

Shadows that roam aft nighttime falls

I hear the sound that grips the air

But when I search there’s nothing there.

I feel a shaking all around

But there’s no movement to be found

I sense a trembling ‘mongst the trees

But there’s no wind amid  the leaves.

While underneath the seething grows

The mountains lift, the lava flows

The desert spreads, the oceans rise

This earth’s preparing for reprise !