I put away the tarot cards a long time ago.
They never offered much hope;
turning up too many swords,
and no cups on the cross.
These days I find hope in an owl cup
marked with stain of black to remember
another morning alive, and
in a grey cat cupped against my body
at night with pulsing purr reminding me
that happiness is a vibration we emit.
Kiley Creekmore is a writer residing somewhere in the universe with cats. Her poetry has most recently been published in Street Light Press, Tailfins & Sealskins: An Anthology of Water Lore, and Full Moon & Foxglove: An Anthology of Witches & Witchcraft.