By Nikki
Date: 14 July 2000

Superstitions

I've broken a thousand mirrors
watched as many black cats
cross my path
walk under every ladder I can 
find,
so why does my horoscope matter?

Daily tidbits of gossip from 
the stars,
love's coming
love's going
work's great
people suck
be attentive
be selfish
and still I read on.

I throw the salt over
the wrong shoulder
(not on purpose, I just don't 
   know any better)
step on every crack in
the sidewalk
and read my dream interpretation
book every morning.

Send the stars my way
for the next three and
a half weeks
I'm to be at play,
in love
and beauty,
so they whisper to me.

I'm not superstitious
but when the breeze 
drifts in just the
right direction
and the ebb and flow of
the moon's tides strum
through my blood
I offer my heart
for the Goddess to guide,
and know that Love will find me.

NL 07/13/00