Ever wonder if you heard something and did not know what it was at the time? Sometimes I have, and it is somewhat disorienting at the time, the unknown, rearing its head when we least expect it.
Message Heard 2018-86
Beside a thatched dwelling
In front of a smoking fire
Bones, stones, and shells,
Fly to a mat of woven grass.
Foretelling a future, a decision
To be made, fate itself in limbo.
Frayed leather garments
Darkened by sweat and time
Cling to an old one with the
Insight, interpreting the fall.
The bush resounds; drums beat
Signaling the message told
By the ancient one; for all to hear.
Far away, a man dressed in pinstripes,
Moves his head with ear upraised.
The Manhattan intersection beckons
He lingers with a quizzical look, squinting.
The man walks away in the crowd,
Wondering what he heard in the wind.
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