Windsday, 12.13. 2023. The Last Mercury Retrograde of 2023 begins today, and memory regression served me well today. You know, life on the road less traveled can be solidary…and it makes you more thankful for others on your path. This poem is dedicated to someone who will always be a prophetic angel in my eyes. You can read more about him in the story, “Prophecies of Metamorphosis.” Enjoy the poem!
It was you
divinely you
who laid the cards on the table
seeing the secrets of
energies fed through my navel
predicted birthrights from cradles…
that risks would be taken,
many would dare to make a wager.
It was you
Divine spoke through
the cards on the table
of the earth beneath me breaking
that I’d spin like a dreidel
I’d shatter all my labels
and yet, still I’d be able
to survive the Cain and Abel
release all who would enable
the eruption of my soul
to teach and learn cosmic fables
it was you
Divine spoke truth
through the cards on the table
and airbrushed colors of my changes
my inner rearrangements
so losses won’t leave me jaded
and the past like pain gets faded
that the Goddess in me would awaken
and live…so blissfully sated
it was you
Divine spoke through
the cards laid on the table
that in the winds
on dragonfly wings
my feet would again be stable
that alignment would be a high road
lonely, at times…but sweet like maple.
It was you.
For Leroy Roper Jr.
Moon Waxing in Capricorn
