On Premonitions

I could smell my misfortune from the next room.
It was a sickly feeling creeping under the door like an odor.

It called to me like a sound calls to an image,
like a craving calls a stomach into painful convulsions.

I felt it like a deaf person feels a loud noise;
Through vibrations in my body, I knew what lay ahead.

At strength of smell and speed of light,
it hit me in the past with the force of prescience.

I opened the door and stepped in,
only to find that my luck had held, after all.