thinking of what may be in your hands
those unknown futures that radiate from time
a flow one way, a climb another
what next? you ask
what next in this topsy turvy life
as I shuffle the cards without knowing
what will fall on the table?

a voice comes into your head
‘maybe,’ it says,
‘maybe the path will be clear
without the unexpected’
but we know that those cards can change
even as we think we own our lives
and that signposts may point to a new horizon

so deftly, as your hands steady in their deal
expect not the obvious
but hope for the new
that creation that comes from nowhere already known
and let go of those false hopes
that the cards will cheat in the game of life
but bring instead the fulfilment of true flow