on the long walk back
across uneven ground
nary a sidewalk in sight
i saw a field of clover
with a wish
that maybe my luck
could do
with some bolstering
i gave in
to superstition
just a precursory glance
maybe four leaves
would save the day
a glance
turned into
looking
turned into
searching
turned into
a desperate plea
to the cosmos
to somehow
help right this ship
as the iceberg
is all
that fills
my line of sight
a black cat
lounged lazily
green eyes staring
i plead in silence
given in to this lapse
in hard science
to mumbo jumbo
that it not cross my path
but fate is fickle
as well i’m in a pickle
it darted
with a swish of it’s tail
ignorance times
the arrogance
to think
things could get better
i continued
my long march
back home