Message Heard 2018-86

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.

Peace,

Den Betts  @        bettsden.gmail.com = Email

thebettsden.com      = Blog

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