all in the cards

the weight of my world
hung in her delicate hands
as fate got shuffled
along with the deck
while she spoke in a language
easy to understand
despite coming from someplace
outside of time
and as i waited anxiously
cards began to spill out
haphazardly
splashing on her table
with no apparent order
but she only smiled sweetly
and picked them up
one by one
to arrange in a pattern
that told a story
as if reading my mind
as if seeing my soul
with crystalline truth
exposing each facet
to the light of day
and when she was through
it was all i could do
to hold those pieces
together.