Psychic Reading
“The poet is the priest of the invisible”
~ Wallace Stevens
I haven’t touched my Tarot cards in a decade
shake, shake them out of the pouch
worn-soft fuzzed edges, coat-worn pliable
shuffle, shuffle, riff, riff, cut—
to the Hierophant
a Major Arcana heavyweight
whose power is as invisible
as mine.
Cobwebs, dust balls, hairs, nail
clippings, skin cells, cookie crumbs
I see in the dark, shining.
You will find them useful.
Karla Linn Merrifield
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
Wonderful poem, Karla. Not being familiar with Tarot, I had to do some research, and think about your poem for a bit. Well done! Thanks for sharing.
The tactile impact of this poem is nicely done.
Lovely Poem ❤