As I set sail on this day, I don’t own any good
luck charms but I do own
good luck clothes.
Clothes that have done me right, served me well
on a choppy sea. When a day ends stormy
I toss the lot into the wash.
All those bad luck clothes need is the ebb and flow
of the washing machine
a little bitty baptism and spin dry on the casual setting.
But the clothes from the days we stayed afloat,
somehow swam to shore,
must be saved in the drawer below deck. Never
to be worn again. Listen
to the waves lap against the hull.