"My Daughter Won't Step on a Crack" by Ellen Lager
My Daughter Won't Step on a Crack
She grew up with generations of a mother’s and grandmother’s
notions. Eat leftovers, it will be a sunny day tomorrow.
Open umbrellas indoors and broken mirrors add up
to years of bad luck, but found pennies stem the tide.
Fending off rain, the arachnophobe captures eight-legged crawlies,
deposits the delicate creatures outdoors into cracks
that pattern the concrete patio of her new home,
needs no reminder to toss spilled salt over her left shoulder.
With an artist’s hands, she knocks on wood
embedded with shards of polished glass, crosses her fingers
her work will sell. An acorn tucked into her pocket,
she hails the dragonfly along shoreline reeds,
seeks the flattest stones, skips her childhood fears
across water, wishes flying high
with the wing of the albatross.
Photo Credit: Staff