Scapulamancy

My soul is heavy and slow.

The hummingbird who operates

the gears inside my ribcage

has disappeared.

 

Shadows turn

corners.

 

The morning bus

is peopled with workers.

 

Heavy and slow.

My body moves quick and strong.

 

I surprise

myself.

 

I see

a woman's collar bone

on the bus ride home

and think about the ancient Asian art

of collar bone divination.

 

My mind wanders, stumbles,

remembers

 

two beauty marks

on her collar bone

and wings begin moving

the gears.

© John Cloutier