Relativity Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

The hibiscus plant screams
as the researchers beat it,
or so says the polygraph.
Then as they think
about causing it pain,
the needle spikes.

Plants know, eggs know,
even yogurt hears
the universe talking,
cells in silent chorus,

divining rods to what
will occur, little compass
needles magnetically
charged to the sounds
of the earth echoing

out in sympatric waves,
earthquakes in my
fingertips