the branches shake
as immovable objects
collide
Outside as well as in
the mind
The trees shiver
in their still being
the palm blades
bristle
upright, but are still
maneuvering
The world that is
against the world
that will be
How easily the sides
reverse
Currents and vacuums,
in-breaths and out,
What is empty is filled,
what is full empties
Whistling for the new
and the howling
refusal
to move
But the force this time
shakes
the foundations,
More needs to change
than will yield
The walls are hollow,
the invisible
is fierce
The reins pull
as if to hear
the bells
