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.