the epiphany will come to us one and all

stirring Her coffee
She predicted the weather
and laughed at the tornadoes above Her

"I only like the destruction
to see it all go down so that
you and God can rebuild it."

I still have no plan for
rebuilding the structure
with the tornado debris in my head

How could I ever
presume to rebuild this
the outside world can fend for its own

"You are the artist
I will give you inspiration
quiet and the epiphany will come"