Prophetica natura

I awoke today to a dream I’d already lived. I know this sun, this wind. The brackish waters where the heron hunts speak in tongues my soul learned long ago.

And the fish are crying. I say, the trees are crying.

The ice hums as it melts into oblivion and a plague approaches. Smoke spirals up into the sky as my heart is flooded with memories of a flood. It’s coming again. When the waters recede you will find me, my symbols.

You will recognize me. I will recognize you.