Contemplations of the Tarot:

The Alpha and the Omega: 0, The Fool

Dances the Fool
along her path,
with a whistle and a skip
in her step; her bells jingle.

She encounters
a mountain, begins
an eager climb.

She slips but
hangs onto a boulder.
Her life-line or death
dashed upon the rocks.

She pauses to
get her bearings, regains
her balanced composure.

Continues on though
her muscles complain,
the peak is within reach.

No fool now she stands
above the world.
Howls in triumph like a coyote.
Can you hear that echo
in the distance?