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How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
Outside my morning window
a mourning dove is calling.
I check the bathroom mirror
and find the same crow's feet
and age spots beneath my
myopic blue-grey eyes.
I have no idea how I got here.
The Japanese believe
you wear the face
of one you loved in the past.
My soul pod must be small.
No ancient kings or queens,
just Slavic peasant cheekbones.
I didn't realize I had a blind spot,
till they (and life) blindsided me.
Tarot of the Crone--XVII--Star--Open your heart, wide as the night sky.
It snowed in Tucson
bright flakes dusting the pinons
and California flooded again.
Just maybe, climate change is real.
We haven't time for a trial to decide,
or a wormhole to escape
a tide of destruction.
It won't be a smooth ride.
We must tithe our lives.
Tarot of the Crone--Nine of Cups--Healing--Your authentic self is enhanced by integrity and love.
On Saturday, my father gave me,
the oldest $1.05 and my brother, sister
and I went to the movies.
I guess baby brother stayed home with Mom.
We never got money for popcorn or soda.
We got 2 movies, 17 cartoons, and a world
of comedy, romance, horror, science fiction,
Pittsburgh once had a bridge to nowhere.
The Arcade theater gave us
a bridge to everywhere.
Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Swords--In stories, truth can wear many faces.
I'd like to touch
this cold, farthest, lonely
primitive planetary object.
unchanged for four billion years
and wrest a pebble or two
to place in my pocket.
Time is long.
I'd like to walk among the wild trees
and place my fingers
on ancient moss-covered
basalt glyphs smoothed
by rain and wind
tracing the movements
of sun, moon, and stars.
Earth is old.
I want to trace the
graceful, wooden contours
of the Key Marco Cat, ensconced
now behind glass
and hear the echoes
of the long gone Calusa.
Love is eternal.
Tarot of the Crone--Two of Swords--Reflection--What have I ben thinking. What could I have been thinking?
My mother spent days of nothing,
rocking and smoking
lost in her tangled thoughts.
She died at 54.
At 67 I like to sit
in my plastic rocker
and gaze at our lake
watching the cattails turn
to pollen and dust.
When you participate
in the sorrow
and the mystery
Tarot of the Crone--Witch of Wands--Sorceress---Make such magic as you've never dared to dream before.
This Epiphany Sunday morning
the world has gone
to gray, and hush,
and silvered charm.
Fog drips from the palms
that I am, I chalk
20 + M + B + G + 19
on the cold cement stoop.
I call the Three Kings
and the elementals
to gift me strength and mystery
for this fierce New Year.
Author's Note: There is a tradition of chalking the current year and the initials of the Three Kings on your door, to invite them to your life on Epiphany, the day that tradition states they brought gifts to Jesus.
Tarot of the Crone--XI--Strength--Feel hoe every cell of your body is an entire endless universe.