June 24, 2019

Gypsy Fortune Teller

a cool, windy, and rainy night
enter the darkened room with the velvet curtains and woven rugs…
wait in the front parlor draped in purples and maroons…
enter into another room that is decorated in early mystic—
hanging beads, yeah all the cliches
I sit down at a small round table…
an gypsy looking lady in a sweeping skirt and bandanna sits down and looks at me…
“I can tell you are a great believer in the paranormal and all things mystical”
she says softly…
well, she’s right about that
look deep into your crystal ball—read your cards or tea leaves
tell me what you see gypsy…
I must know what I can expect…
do you see happiness coming my way
sadness joy happiness trouble strife?...
tell me what you see…
what if we had the power to look into a crystal ball
and be able to see our own futures?...
would you like that?...would it frighten you?...
how would you feel if you knew certain events were to take place
and you were powerless to stop them?...
or what about if you HAD the power to alter them?...
crystal balls aren’t exact, but what if you knew exactly how long
you were going to live?...would it change the way you are living now?...
make you a better person?...
what if your days were numbered so to speak?...
you knew how much longer you would walk the earth
before departing for another ‘world’...
maybe you’d be so busy thinking about your own impending death
that you’d forget to really live in the time you have left…
immortality is not in the cards
I do have one friend who visited a legitimate gypsy fortune teller
she was told to be careful for death was stalking her that day…
hours later, she barely escaped from being hit by a truck
while crossing a street—coincidence?...