Celtic Crossroads
There you are again, face up
staring at me from the table,
sword bared, gleaming,
ocean themed artwork, a shark
curves its body around your edges
while you lay in the past influence position
of the Celtic Cross layout,
halfway through someone else’s reading
I happened to catch,
feeling a little uneasy about listening in
(is that rude?)
but there was a small crowd
so I let my curiosity feed.
This may be a stupid question, but
do you believe in synchronicity?
Because I’m thinking of a girl
in a phases of the moon shirt,
a former classmate whose photograph
crossed my eyes not long ago
carrying a memory–possibly fabricated–
of kindness in a time of night
to pierce my heart like a sword
’cause I need something like that again.
She seems like she’d be into this sort of thing, but
I don’t know…
Anyway, I’m getting distracted
because I’m also wondering,
can you multitask?
Like, clearly you have something to say
to the one receiving the reading
but did you know I was going to be there
with my mind wrapped by the idea
of exploring your world
so you chose to reveal yourself
to me as well, to draw me
closer in to you?
I don’t know if I’m ready
to dive into my own reading
and I’m kind of glad the reader decided
not to offer.
Still, I wonder if you
would have more to say to me.
I found you at the workplace,
but my questions extend so much further.
Do you see into the night surrounding?
What would you say in the light of a full moon?
Would you encourage some risk-taking,
in more ways than one?
It’d be difficult for me to give myself
to what remains umproven to me
because I can’t take many more falls.
Still, I stand at this crossroads
looking both ways, wondering
what really do I have left to lose?
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in my experience with tarot… by the time you can/ask the questions.. you already know the answer ( or what the answer will be)…
the secret power of tarot is the help it can give with figuring out how the questions relate to one another…
in the case of this poem…
how much moon does it take to see….
is it any easier to face only a sliver of loss..
this expression of angst unfolds in the luxury of hurry. Good read
Been there. The girl with the moon shirt. Is she what you put into her? Or is she something else entirely? The readings are hard for me because sometimes they turn out to be too true. So I have been ‘there’s in a sense. This almost reads more like prose than poetry but then again it is what it is
Your questions about the girl in the moon shirt…I consider her to be both. I think there is some legitimacy to the memory, but at the same time, I feel like there’s a specific reason I’ve crossed paths with her. Regardless, her and this unexpected tarot connection have made for a nice subplot, if you will, for my Lexpomo experience this year.
Love the last six lines!
Great poem about y9ur inner self talk
Drew me in with:
There you are again, face up
staring at me from the table,
sword bared,