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.