................Tarot And The Spider Poem by elysabeth faslund

The cards say I lose. Again.
Should I tell the cards they lost,
so very long ago...or deal again.

The dead spider does not move. I watch it.
My expectations are too high.
Height is for the dead. Souls rise, join the One.
A riddle only the dead can answer...who is the One?
Is it the Fool, the wise one...
or the Magician...

Perhaps the spider told me. Once.
Webless, no deceit, intrigue, or agenda.
It's heaven was here, in the now.
Perhaps I am the Fool, but not the One...
for I gather expectations of tomorrow.

I deal the cards once more.
The eyes of the spider glitter.
But not with life.
Cards have no life. They lost Forever.
And one dead spider gained Forever...
without knowing it existed.

Cards, spiders...what common ground gained...
what knowledge.
I hear no laughter in this dawn.

The door closes silently.