Eight of Cups

I search for signs of danger, for tentacles and claws

Yemaya waits, as at the shore I pause.

A long time it took to get here, and longer still to leave

Into eight cups I pour my sorrow, and the reasons that I grieve.

I take most somber inventory as day turns into night

For if the heart be heavy, how can the feet be light?

Yemaya watches as I stand upon her beach

I fill and count the cups, and stack them each on each.

On the shore I linger, as night turns into day

Then I draw my cloak around me, and turn and walk away.

"Eight of Cups" by Christiana Gaudet, appears in "Arcana: The Tarot Poetry Anthology".