Tea Leaves

She seeks the future

In the tea leaves’ swirled remains

Such intriguing shapes

Tasseomancy

From the handle, then clockwise

Reading ’round the cup

What fate awaits her?

Which symbols reveal the tale?

She hovers and yearns

For some reason yesterday morning I responded to a comment on my blog with the phrase “reading tea leaves.” The phrase stuck in my head and formed itself into the poem above.

I’ve never had a tea leaf reading done; although, many years ago I had my palm read. At the time Studly Doright and I lived in Kansas, and the palm reader told me I’d soon be moving to Florida, and that I’d meet my soul mate there. I just laughed at the time, but within the year Studly accepted a transfer to Melbourne, FL. Of course, I already had my soul mate, so I suppose her reading came true, since I meet him at the door almost every night. 😉

Peace, people.