prophets

at the edge of the ocean
i found an old man
who believed in the notion
that life isn't planned
that its moments are golden
and turn out the best
when you show up
and let god take care of the rest
he informed me that sunsets
and clouds in the sky
are more beautiful
left to the lens of the eye
that the wrinkles and lines
on his face by his eyes
were earned and awarded
and meant to be prized
we laughed about women
and exaggerated
the beauty and grace
of whom we'd consummated
as we parted i thought
of the wisdom he shared
of the hunch in his step
and the white in his hair
and decided that prophets
don't always deliver
their message in words
to the heart of the listener