Prophets are not made
they are stories told
variations of truths.
Complete inaccuracies
of people judged
by what they have done
considered new history.
Are there prophets among us?
non religious.
In between silence people
that move waves and hear echoes.
When they speak do their words
escape them before they have thought them.
Continuously chasing an escaping idea.
The light of day is their competition.
Self revealing heartfelt truths
of people they don’t know.
Strangers all up.
Strangers all down.
Here they come
thinking the truth
wondering where it went.
It was just here a minute ago
did you hear it did you see it?
There it is again.
Down in the middle of the road
sandals in hand
scarf around the neck
toe ring scraping sparks on the pavement.
As he walks
potholes recover
and gutters retreat.
He walks among us
© S.I. Shaw
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