I’m doing this poem thing. Sorry.
The Thing About Prophecy
The meadow path wends toward the mountain
or the mountain path ambles toward the meadow.
it can sometimes be hard to know. You might
need to take along a sturdy sword
or a dead, stiff carp,
and I’m definitely seeing leaves, twigs, and stumps
in your path.
Those are seashells, waves, and shrimp. You’re headed
toward the shore. And at the edge
of our land
you’ll meet a man
or a woman
and s/he’ll bid you board
which will be a longship or a galleon or a canoe.
From there, you’ll sail toward the dragon’s lair
or the kraken’s cave
No. Damn. No. It’s definitely a meadow path
wending toward the mountains
that I see. And a troll who you may
or may not
be able to slay.
on your way now. There’s a storm coming
and you don’t want to get caught in it.