Keeping Them Crossed

I keep my fingers crossed

Hope for the best

Indulge in expectation, again

Thinking that knocking on wood

Will protect us all

Or that the proper placement of objects

Will bring about what I am

Always working towards

I send wishes to the stars

And trust that the

Cosmic arrangement of things

Out in cold, dark, and

Unconscious space

Will guide my small dreams

Into orbit around a glowing globe

Somewhere

My intentions are directed

Toward a future I'm hoping

Is beyond the reach of this past

Filled, as it is, with

Cracks beneath my slow-witted feet

Mirrors broken by accident

Hats thrown casually on beds

And a lot of ladders