I won’t foretell which stars this year will shine

Astrology’s for those who study charts

And reading cards takes braver minds than mine

To say which clubs have diamonds in their hearts.

I won’t predict if pinstripes will prevail

Against the green and golden dreams of youth

Or if when mighty mariners set sail

They’ll find upon the seas some central truth.

For truth, and beauty, spring forward as twins,

Revealed to us in pairs, slowly, unplanned,

Exposed through time by constant waves and winds

Like buried pirate treasure under sand.

Foreknowledge can help simplify the game,

But life is best when mysteries remain.