unravelling the code

ahhh
the genie’s lamp

she muttered to herself
knowingly
as though she had found
what she expected

what is it

she glanced at me

that you wish for?

turning back to her work

a bowl

it is filled with fruit

more bounty?

perhaps
perhaps

she grasped my hand

pointed
at a pattern in the markings
down
at the bottom of the square
that only she
could identify

there

she said

a horse

higher up in the square

that

is the rider

is it a fall?
a separation?

what of the gun?

she threw my hand down
discarded
while she mumbled
half under her breath

then turned
looked up at me directly

pronounced

it is you
I see your face

the die is cast

touch your finger
there
on the shadow

the code
will take you
to where you need
to be

she held a thin
deeply lined palm
face up
towards me

waiting for it to be blessed
in silver


© Frank Prem, 2017

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