Dry Prophecy

 

There’s something dry in prophecy

Desert-cool

East of me

Asian

It’s alluring like a deep-blue night

Above the clean edge of dunes

Though I guess you can’t have a desert

Without scorpions

 

Fair enough

Prophecy stings, too

Ask Jezebel

Ask Ahab

 

The writing on the wall

(that’s Babylon

that’s Assyria)

In the hostage-taker’s home

Was done in perfect shape

Perfect color

Was a right warning

Though it needed interpretation

 

So desert prophecies go

Many are clear

Read the mothers

Many are understood in a hermit’s cell

A coracle against the world’s tide

And is only useful there

 

The rest might speak to us,

Eventually

Breaking from a timeless place

Into an houred day

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://lifeondoverbeach.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/amma-theodora-this-present-age-is-a-storm/