Wheel of Fortune

January 24, 2019

Ultima Thule

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?