Two-Eyed Prophecy of Spring
To gain wisdom and a vision of the future, Odin drank from Mimir’s well, and plucked out his own right eye to pay Mimir’s price.
Here is my two-eyed prophecy for New York.
I have read the signs, natural and man-made, that tell the truth of the world, and the signs say:
Spring is coming. Prepare, prepare.
Spring! Spring! Spring!
Look at the signs, and interpret for yourself:
The Sign of Flowers:
The Sign of Spring Training:
The Sign of Multi-tasking Outdoor Muses
The Sign of Al Fresco Dining
The Sign of Strange Sports
The Sign of Mister Softee
The Sign of Bare Legs Despite Still-Bare Branches
The Sign of Peacocks at Saint John the Divine
And on every street: The Sign of Tiny Winged Macho Men Singing for World Domination
These signs deciphered mean: spring.
O my prophetic soul!
Within a month, the secret garden of Saint John’s will explode into pinks and yellows.
All over the city, what grass there is will green.
In the parks, birds and squirrels will nest.
And the crack of baseball bats on balls will be heard throughout the city.
Though the way be dark before us and cold rain fall,
yet spring approaches.