Augur

I hold a withered buttercup in slightly trembling palm.
Am I a good augur, impatient for your advent?
What can it show, what can it tell 'bout destiny's amendment?
I throw the petals down to earth; they cover dormant town.
I scry in search of new forecast and hear the sky inside.
The boundless tameless firmament fills eyes with yellow moon.
What should I suffer to forgive? You will be here so soon –
I see it in the magic runes that shine for me so bright.
Responding to my palmistry, a leaf of maple-tree
Can show me every single path of fortune so wayward.
My tempter, angel, catalyst, my strange and wicked guard,
I know, you also strive for me, unable to break free.
I smash the opaque windowglass – the morning touches my skin.
The witchcraft living in the air immediately burns.
What will I trust? Each new event approaches in its turn.
Augur will simply stand and wait to let the future in.

26.11.2018