A Little Premonition

I’m feeling it again
That long-dreaded
Yet anticipated
Feeling
That change is near

A surge, a rush
A trepidation
A question
With no answer
Not now, not today
I never know just how far away

But it’s churning
It’s coming

I always try to guess
To predict
To see around the corner
And I’m usually wrong

I don’t like surprises
Don’t like change
But I don’t mind having
A little premonition

I don’t always write about when I have this feeling. I wrote about it in 1999, a full year before I moved from Arkansas to Oklahoma, one of the biggest changes in my life. But the feeling might have also referred to the great spout of poetry that was coming in the next several months (1999 and 2000). Who knows what it was referring to, since it was just an oozing from the depths of my mind.

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By Wil C. Fry, 2015.05.29, 23:07

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