For the foreseeable future

The tarot pack holds me back as
I reveal yet one more card.

And from the Major Arcana
I have drawn the magician,
the hermit
the lovers
the wheel of fortune,

I could, given time
figure out the meaning
for Madamme
to be rid of her cold.

I cannot be the Phoenician
I do fear death by drowning,
she calms me
Valium and sweet tea.

We are the cornucopia
the thought that
where there’s life in ya
there’s always hope for ya

I pray this is so.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.