the weight of my world
hung in the balance
as her hands
shuffled fate
along with the deck.
cards spilled out
across her table landing
haphazardly
with no apparent
rhyme or reason
but she smiled sweetly
and arranged them
one by one
into a pattern
which told a story
as if reading my mind,
as if seeing
my soul pierced through
with crystalline
truth.
when she was done
the karmic wheel turned,
and it was all
i could do to hold
those pieces together.
