I step out in the morning without concern
in spite of a lack of winged guardian
watching over me,
nor do I hang from my keys
the preserved limb of some furry friend
to ensure protection against the evil eye.
The power of the four leaf clover
is a mystery I am content to live without.
Coins stay securely in my pocket
when I pass a wishing well,
and shooting stars are safe from unreasonable demands.
I glibly walk under ladders
take the number 13 bus
and seek out the frequented routes of black cats.
My fingers remain firmly uncrossed
at the prospect of the lottery draw,
I accept the mathematical odds against success,
it is pure chance.
When observing the twinkling lights in the sky at night
they are but burning balls of gas
in far distant galaxies.
Luck is not with me
nor does fate deal me cruel blows
and karma is just the haphazard happenings
in a random universe.
God neither provides
nor does he vent his wrath upon me,
the benign smile of Buddha
is merely a smile.
I do not ask for help
or feel obliged to give thanks.
A truth more frightening
is that the world is unpredictable chaos.
is in control.
( I lump all superstitions, beliefs and religions in together, they are all part of the same human need to find an explanation for things that happen. Why do bad things happen to good people? Well, ‘bad things’ don’t happen, ‘things’ just happen, it is human beings that apply the labels good and bad to the events. I hope that I have managed to have a little poke at everyone, so nobody feels singled out for criticism or persecution.)