Over Trails of the Sea<\/p>\n
A Collage Poem<\/p>\n
By<\/p>\n
Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
(Using words and phrases from \u201cThe Man Who Saw Tomorrow,<\/p>\n
The Prophesies of Nostradamos, translated by Erika Cheetham, 1973, along with my own.)<\/p>\n
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Like a shipwreck trying to hold on<\/p>\n
to the reef, I lean this way and that.<\/p>\n
Sooner or later, you will see great changes\u2014<\/p>\n
that\u2019s what they tell me, but my eyes<\/p>\n
are open only to old fantasies and wishes.<\/p>\n
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Beyond the river, raised by land and sea,<\/p>\n
The act has been done.\u00a0 Hidden in swampy marshes,<\/p>\n
a monster is born, wild with hunger, and it knows my name.<\/p>\n
It knows everything about me, knows I am trying<\/p>\n
to see the shore through the mist, through the dark,<\/p>\n
and he will wander far in his frenzy to find me.<\/p>\n
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And yet, even with the Rubicon uncertain,<\/p>\n
a shadowy hope, which Providence scrounged<\/p>\n
to sustain, rises, lifts my face to the sky.\u00a0 The light<\/p>\n
is stupefying and marvelous\u2014the flashes of fire—<\/p>\n
I believe that in this night I have seen the sun,<\/p>\n
while the monster waits\u2014knows I am coming,<\/p>\n
knows I have moved closer to freedom.<\/p>\n
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And then, my wings and feathers fall at my feet,<\/p>\n
and I know I must now allow myself to be carried<\/p>\n
safely through the sky by birds of the celestial palace,<\/p>\n
high away from the monster that will forever dog my steps.<\/p>\n
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I know a serpent has been placed on the shore.<\/p>\n
I know snakes surround the altar.\u00a0 I know<\/p>\n
there will be rains and frosts.\u00a0 I know the documents<\/p>\n
on which are written what I should do next<\/p>\n
are enclosed in fish, and that the secrets<\/p>\n
of my future are hidden in the heads of salmon,<\/p>\n
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and yet, over the trails of the sea, a way opens,<\/p>\n
and I am placed gently down, brought<\/p>\n
to rebirth at the fortified harbor,<\/p>\n
where lighthouse lights come through thunder,<\/p>\n
to welcome me home.<\/p>\n
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