When my wheel of fortune spins around to the left, I hold my breath.
I know to count the cracks in the sidewalk, avoiding them, side stepping.
I know to look up just in case, then down… up and down, head bobbing,
as I stroll along familiar streets, expecting the worst, counter-clockwising.
I read my signs, the coffee grounds, the tea leaves in the morning cup.
If some bad thing happens, I can always expect two more…the law of contrary luck,
and even though I know, it’s been proven by science and my best friends to not be so,
I keep my eyes wide, waiting for that ladder to collapse while I foolishly walk below.
Superstitious you say? Not I! I’m just observing which way the wheel is turning,
and not expect much of this mercury in retrograde, that waits to trap me undiscerning.
Paranoid you say? Open your eyes, while all rolls to the left, I’ll not be caught in surprise
But you might be accused of a crime, or be a victim, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
A day later, the spin’s slowing down; the sun comes out, as I cruise through the town.
8 pounds of weights I drop on the street, stepping lightly, I find a $10 bill at my feet.
It feels like a choir in harmony; everyone I see is smiling and being helpful & charming.
No need to wet my finger & check the wind; my wheel of fortune’s spinning right again.
December 6, 2018