DIVINATION ON ROOTS

I’m a fortune-teller on ruts of wheat
sinewy, veinous, babbling life
babbling broiling heat, harvest
babbling mouth waters
smelling of bread
from the bakery across the street.

I’m a fortune-teller on roots of an oak tree,
it’s possible even on a limb
especially after seven days
in a new year.
Then, you will be born
and after that again
and later you will be born again and again
and for the rest of the days...

I’m a fortune-teller on a human roots
on my on the worst I admit,
but from that what I can see
my fortune is
grafter of roots to be.

Good.