PREMONITION

A distant bell sounds

Somewhere.

Here:

The wind blasts

Through the late sun,

At the foot of the hill the river

Shines

Churning.

We are chosen

And half-blind.

This has already been lived through.

In order to protect you,

I dressed you today

In ruby necklaces,

Draped you in a shawl

Embroidered with a thousand

Prayers,

Fed you with juicy pomegranate seeds,

Brushed the golden seas of your hair,

And now I watch you

My eyes blue with adoration.

You’re mine,

Endlessly and irrevocably

In this first life.

We must:

Fly

Sail

Search

Seek

Want

Have

Without fear.