Fortune Teller

I am that one you have been waiting for, for whom you have wrung your hands and expelled your sighs. The dark lady who wears night in her hair; pinpoints of stars are in my eyes. You have looked for me around corners, in dusty shadows and beneath the eaves of houses. Where cats gather in clutters, eyes unblinking, you have watched for me, lingered, dallied to intecept, all without thinking. You feel born to the knowledge yet do not acknowledge, familiar with all my terms. What an actress! Shimmering black silk dresses, chiffon scarves, dotted with stars, midnight flowers in arty tresses. Oh how clingingly you adhere to not believing in myself or yourself or the power of the universe. But you still have your gift, the dark teller, and that then is your curse. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 05:08 AM PST   0 • 13