31 DAYS OF TAROT POEMS

Four of Wands Reversed

&

The Hierophant

summer is my favorite
 
it dulls the beehives
the community of anxiety in my eyes
skin stretched,
a canvas of sweat and fuzz
a bath of ice 
melts and boils 
as I stare at it too long
as I steep in it too long
 
the mind doesn’t know
how to quiet itself, 
it is complex depression
calm wilting, 
 
there 
it 
dies
in 
my 
hidden
 
there 
is 
truth 
in
the
hidden
 
we
are
all 
hiding
 
from surrender
from encounters
from rejections
 
the right love
at the right time
builds ceremony

the right love
at the wrong time
disengages

the demons
will win
 
but if you’re willing
you’ll
kill them
in 
their
sleep