Limbo

Not then and not now, a kind of inbetween place where the dark comes down and the birthday flowers are still rich reds and golds though they are dying, though their water is slimey, and at last I take down the cards and fold them inside one another. Limbo limbo between futures, only this moment can ever be certain. Maybe. Yes, the dark comes down and down and the sun moves out of Scorpio into Sagittarius, from sun to moon in my natal chart, which feels strangely auspicious.