The first psychic I’d ever met told me about her once
leaning slightly forward across a table
to touch my hand lit by a sunbeam
she began to paint an old, old story
A wise priestess seated in the middle of a circle
speaking power to women on what it was to heal
then, she said, you simply disappeared
She reported that you left me some divine treasure
but you left me no map or course to follow
it seems so long ago that I heard this story about you
Since then, I have gone about my business
traveling through the air and over mountains
from one side of the continent to the other
only thinking about you every now and then
I’d almost put you out of my mind
when you appeared to me, this time
in a flowing orange dress with bell sleeves
radiating light in a city of rainbow roses
and wearing my face coming to tell me
that I have been finding my way to you all along