Superstitious?
A tad, if you will, but only
for the weirdest things and reasons.

Walking under a ladder?
Bring it on! You think I am scared
of a few rungs and wooden poles?
Even if they are metal?
I am fearless!
Ladders are no mortal enemy of mine!

Walking on the cracks?
Uh-oh, panic sets in! Cannot put a step
on those joins of slab,
the residential area of weed and ant,
I might cause a natural disaster
big or small!

Knocked over the salt? Yeah,
I knock over a ton of things (no banks)
and salt is another in the long line
of malcoordinated movement
condiment casualties, though
I am very sorry, delicious seasoning.

Suddenly make a deal with myself
that if I do something then another
more dangerous event will occur, but I
have to keep to it for fear that random
chance is listening! Oh you better see
me quaking!