Apr 13, 2020
1 min read
The Tower
Poetry of the Cards — 1
this call is much bigger than all of us
generations deep with roots as
gnarled as a bristlecone pine
a twisted beauty on a high desert ridge
and unlikely to fall or become part
of some myth of this lifetime
we were not born in this chaos
our streams never told of such turbulence
yet, here we are
eyes to the sky
all ready to catch
what crumbles.
