Take Heed

I actually heard a voice, sharp and urgent:

“Do not enter.  Turn around.  Go home NOW!”

Yet I sat in that driveway for half an hour,

wrestling in air scented by 40 chimichangas

I’d painstakingly fried.  How could I waste them?

I’d driven close to an hour to reach this party

held just to introduce me to a special man.

This was long ago before I understood

the power of my premonitions.

I didn’t heed it, instead rushed distractedly

in to meet my nightmare.

I tried so hard to save him

for so many years.  Instead he nearly

killed me, and I dragged my beaten self

a thousand miles to heal.

So a few years later when I dove cleanly

into the deep blue ocean

from a fishing boat a mile from shore,

when the voice screamed,

“Get in the boat NOW!”

I swam as if propelled by a jet engine.

They turned on the fish finder

in time to see a shadowy monster swimming

underneath the boat, back and forth,

searching for the delectable morsel

that had disappeared like magic.

So now I listen and when

the voice says, “Yes, go this way,”

or “No, run like hell,”

I do so without question.

A premonition is a gift

and I will never again stop

to question the giving.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: premonition

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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