The One True Prophet
Joanne Weis
The One True Prophet
Kenya Dale
At first
She is a fluttering
Inside me
A quick and swirling notion
Gentle, then gone.
Then
She is a soft thud
At my heart’s door
An uncertain visitor
Who may just as well pass me by
Then again,
She is a swift kick
A bulging lump that blows me over
Tilting my Axis
Fully Awake from Eternal slumber
Next,
She is an axe
Splitting my closed mind
A Cosmic soup of Blood and Bone
Hurling outward into all of Creation
Presently,
She is the Future personified
Reaching back into the Past
Urging me onward
Thus far on my way
