Timepiece

My tarot cards fan out

before me, the pattern of my life,

these cyclical roads

all mankind in all the

world knows.

The Ace of Wands,

an unknown Knight, lovers,

crossed by swords and

pentacles.

I am leaning toward

my future with little in

hand but these tools

and my spinning

shadow.

For now it is beside

me--opposing this star.

The cars slip by, this

morning migration

over the surface of the earth.

A dark bird spreads his wings

over the metallic surface of

a pond.

Beyond, one million faces

slip past in unison, there where

the sun has begun.

That will be my card

today,

I say to myself and to the

lean path of tracks beside.

That source of shadow and light

that now is everywhere--

across the sky, tracing crows feet

on our faces,

caressing the ironwork below, the

slick water's

surface.

When we open to it, it is everywhere.

That clock, that card, that light

in my line of sight;

The omnipresent

timepiece of all this.

We tick forward--cars, and birds.

You, Another Day, what do you

hold?