Last night I did divination Last night I did divination on the flat plane of a parking lot. I was able to see the fate of worlds and the destinies of men In the streaks of oil and spilled anti-freeze I marked as significant the precise placement of cigarette butts and mangled soda cans I heard the cry of the Kalahari at three a.m. standing alone on a black concrete desert. Borders seemed menacing, and the air was sweltering and the Gates of the Ages had opened and were gazing forth into this very moment. The air was so still and quiet and sticky I paced about in a cotton shift for none were about to see me bathing in those lonely moments Afterward I tried to rest reclining amidst scores of dying candles wax dripping madly like sap into my table into the earth. Morning Glory has left my mind now. She has not yet returned my body There was no cool to the morning Now I discomfited await the steamy slowness of late May in Georgia the mother's land. -- Sarah Thomas Sarah is a mystical nun who lives in Georgia. She just received her Master of Divinity from an Episcopalian college, and now teaches at a school for troubled girls and boys. Copyright (c) 1995 belongs to the author. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------