Chance: Six More From a Tarot

7

Thicknesses of vines
here stand for the years—
trees have rings but time
is complicated.

8

The well collects rain.
The rain collects tears.
In a cloisonné vase no bigger
than my nail, I gather my own.

9

He lined his closet
with pictures I drew:
an animal with a limp,
a feather, a rotary phone.

10

Last night I twined
a length of yarn
around my wrist.
Remember?

11

In the kettle, water boiled
to a pitch. I poured some
into a cup with a small
tumble of leaves.

12

I tell the wind, Let me rest.
Let me take some ease.
Hammock me in your arms
for a change.

In response to Via Negativa: Peace Process.