by Janann Dawkins
The land of milk and honey is all about you.
These rivers of food are angels
whose bodies have broken in their fall,
broken into bounty. Their disembodied wings
curve into shade trees, orchards shoring the bank.
You fear scorpions in your path, but in truth
the path is a woman, mild and white
like light. You are walking up her breasts.
Your feet are bare and true. Your toes
sink into her tresses.
I. Five of Staves
II. The Emperor
III. Four of Swords
IV. Eight of Cups
V. Three of Cups
VI. Temperance
VII. Queen of Cups
VIII. Page of Swords
IX. Three of Staves
X. King of Staves