31 DAYS OF TAROT POEMS

8 of Wands

abstinent from eruptions,
turbulent peaks, 
avoided at high speed


a soft song thrums death on windowsills
adds punctuation 
after fights


every act of life 
is an act in faith 
that the next moment won’t 
tumble us
into what the astronomers call cosmos
phenomena
phenomenal equations in vibrant holes of fear in the sky


daggers of information wasted on fingertips
when all we’re looking for is validation
a to-do list
so that the day feels less crooked
something
anything
so that tomorrow gives hope to 
the trembling dirt in our hands