A Certain Prophetess
After Soseki
Oracles write prophecy on leaves
for a reason—the loophole. I’ll never
say it is or isn’t, will or won’t, you know.
Why should I tell you whom to trust or which
choice defeats the odds or when your lover will
leech your heart? Bound up in hope, you’ll fall
for anything you crave. Test my words, but first
I’ll whisper what no other prophet does:
the storm is always coming, and the
truth lives in the wind.