vignettes

signs

Where are my signs? Where are my signs?
I should be chained and whipped.
I stood on tip-toe and reached for the bough.
What now?
The forbidden fruit—I nipped.

Where are my signs? Where are my signs?
I should be but a pillar of salt.
Rather, I'm like a pillar of creation—
less mineral—more star.
So turn my heel, and from you—I walk.