'...An Eterniday...' Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The lost Tarot card
doesn't know what to do.

it hadn't foreseen
getting lost &

finding itself
drowning in a puddle

as big as a lake
or so it seemed.

It smiled at the irony of
it being

a card of water
and moon

and the little boy
who will grow up

to be me
falls in love

with its
mystery.

The small boy doesn't know
it is a Tarot card.

Only that
the beautiful woman

pours eternity
from a jar

and that it
flows through

every atom
of his being.

Right now she is
drying out

in summer sun
and curling

up at her
edges.

She leaves in the mouth
of a passing dog

who snaps
her up.

The boy's tears
chasing her

into
the forever.