To Clarify: 10 of Cups
3/30/2022
I lit a red candle and whispered your name three times into the flame, thought
about my hunger for you, the

consistent gnaw
of need, the anticipatory waiting

and 10 of cups, like an accident
of happenstance

flutters free of the deck
to remind me that peace does still come forward

despite anger and reminder.

Change, like the storm on the horizon
will come despite my

rooted feet in the earth to stop it,

the cherry blossom petals will be gone by morning,
and someday your arm will be around my waist once more.