equinox. But now arriving
at the Water Carrier, dare I mention
13 x 2000? Or the Tarot cards
in my Marseilles Deck,

my pocket calendar-calculator pack
that tracks the Platonic (the Precessional)
Great Year—a run-time,
portable version;

or my Wheel of (inevitable)
Fortune—that wedge, gap, joking Fool
at the top,
unnumbered, of no worth, holding all

together. So easy to forget,
to forget and conceive, to forget to turn
the card over, did I send a card