She enters quietly
Dressed in a white cotton tunic
Held together by strands of gold and silver.
On her face she wears a gentle smile,
And in her eyes are deep wells of years of kindness.
She carries a bag made of silk—decorated with bits
Of forgiveness and joy;
Laden within are polished gems
Of yet to be discovered possibilities—
For your delight and
An antique mirror made of pewter appears,
To help reflect you back to you….
And like an alchemist, the astrologer
Guides your way to turn past sorrows
Into universal solvents.
When she departs,
You are left feeling richer…lighter
And less alone.
- Sara Olivia Garcia