Forget All This



Listening to twelfth century chants

as a storm approaches from the sea,

it is almost possible to forget

all this.


Like Hildegard in her abbey,

we cling to a few

shreds of beauty in our

shattered land.


People pretending to be dead

become famous. Killers roam

the countryside.  Sirens wake

us in the night.


I recommend the noise

canceling headphones

and the twelfth century chants,

Unless you have access


To an abbey. If you have trees 

where you live, watch

the leaves sway as the storm

grows near.


Do not look at your phone.

You may have visions.

Do not be disturbed.

Soon enough, it will arrive.