breakfast with the soothsayer

and she
predicts
"this day
will be cold,
cold as a once-revered saber buried
within a forgotten battlefield's debris,
a saber capable of transmuting ill-will
and evil intent into an intrinsic realization
of the sacredness within all existence…
and this saber…" pausing, she grasps
my arm… "it can, it must be found, found and
wielded by hero and heroine, working together,
as one… and you and I" she states firmly,
squeezing my arm "it's up to us… it's us"
the steaming coffeecup
halfway to my lips, suspended
in the silent, fertile morning light…

ayaz daryl nielsen, veteran and hospice nurse, lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA. Editor of bear creek haiku (35+ years/175+ issues) with poetry published worldwide. Among other deeply appreciated honors, he is especially delighted by the depth and heart of poets worldwide whose poems have a home in bear creek haiku's print and online presence.

He is online at: bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info

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