the unseeable, to be prepared
for whatever fortun'e fickle, gaze a black mirror,
a crystal ball, a pool of ink
under a moon. Interpret
the subtle symbols of smoke,
of errant winds, of the secrets revealed
in a random spill. Be alert
for the message of thrown dice, the finger-fall
on a random page. If
impatience is your virtue, scry even
the drops of wine from a careless pour,
challenge shadowy enigmas
stalking your dreams. Even then, even
guided by every wisp and fancy, you'll move
blind as smoke, willful a water into a wonder
of days so stunningly serendipitous you'll never
worry your signs again.