Twenty Days Silence

The laden fruit tree crossed my heart Tempting me to seek another path I refrain from satisfying the appetite And went on fasting to end this Vicious and painful plight. I deny myself of everything in search of A new beginning so I went off in a period of silence Away from everyone and explored deep within but instead the answer came for someone else. I drifted in a dose on January seventh The night was extremely cold and I padded My self with four layers of sweaters and four pairs of socks to keep myself warm. In the wee hours of the early morning The answer I seek for myself was not clear But I know that the answer was for someone else On this night the mystery was retold in a few words. And someone’s was there to reconfirm. I dreamt that I was in an open space sitting on a big park bench and a woman messenger In the form of a Prime Minister came to me and asked, “Will I be reelected?” And an angel replied, “Yes” That messenger confirmed that a popular woman In America will be the next president. The messenger suddenly disappeared in thin air I got up and walked towards the street And saw a woman standing behind a podium On the pavement of a busy street Addressing a jubilant crowd. The Messenger walked across the street And passed a note in front of the Woman behind the podium She glanced at it briefly then continues To address the jubilant crowd. I took the note from the messenger and went in the bushes close to a nearby bridge Suddenly a man appeared and stood close to me We read the message together And this was what the note said, “I need help with the infrastructure” We stood in the bushes and looked up at the bridge Cars were speeding over it but something was Unusual at the corner of the bridge A rusted spot was exposed It seemed as if it was about to give way So I left the man in the bushes And quickly walked away. I woke up suddenly out of my sleep before the break of day. ©2015 Christine Phillips