01 January 2011

Fingers Crossed

the rituals of first day
have been followed
to the letter
a kiss given
doors fly open
pushing the old out
inviting in the new
new copper penny
thrown out into the grass
salt sprinkled on the pavement
a dance in the open winter air
bang a pot with a wooden spoon
invite the tall dark-haired handsome man
bearing a gift
to cross the threshhold first
and no tears allowed

and now,
fingers crossed.

1 comment:

  1. enjoyed this! love all the little superstitions.