Coins Turned

She said "But, I want to show you some signs."
As one glass after the other fell to the floor,
we looked at each other
Knowing we'd been seen and feeling the scene to come.

The signs were posted everywhere that night.
Clearly read and certainly understood,
pointing Firm and correct
The path had become dangerous, as if it had not been all along.

Tossing coins to summon an answer already known.
He spoke "There are no signs to exits passed,"
They turned to the clouds
Thunder called and struck down its point, a point well taken.

Now there is quiet, in ourselves we converse
Too scared to draw a map, though we've been here before.
With the signs and his light
we took on this movement, in action we moved in faith through the dark.