Where to turn

The Völva Vigga was wistful
when watching her wholesome toes
wiggling them in the stirrring whirlpool
what weirdness was predicted?
Which way would her vision work?
Where would her world wind?
Whirling her thumbs in the water
she whispered to the water nymph,
"Voiceless vestal, where can I walk
to calm my vanishing vernacular ways?
I am weaned from my views
of wise worldliness to witless vibes.
Can I revisit my tranquility?"
The water nymph "Evagore"
whipped her tail in the warm whorl
vanished quickly with a wry face
leaving the Völva Vigga to wonder
whether wisdom can be won
from without or from within!