I Do Not Tell the Future

I do not tell the future.

I cannot speak your fortune.

I do not give first letters of names, or

tell you that he will have blue, blue eyes.

I throw probabilities to the wind and see what sticks.

I share forecasts and likely outcomes

based on why your heart is closed,

and how we can open it

again.

I uncover warnings. Things already in the making like

your bosses’ growing dissatisfaction, and

how you might evade or fall gracefully.

I see things in the act of

unfolding.

The cards are not a window into a future.

That Event is still turning,

a bowl being created,

the Being is curving.

I calculate mass cross-sectional data, with

a graceful throw of sparkling intuition.

A narrative where you,

star player,

make all the moves.

Tarot is the Ghost of Christmases future to reveal a present

so effervescent it takes your breath away.

The Delorian returned home,

steam on its flux capacitor running onto Main street.

Try this, avoid that, course corrections in the making

So you, dear Player, can make your life.

Make it.

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