Found Out

Found Out

Only way I could enter
was to duck under
the painter’s ladder.
I hesitated…unsure…
yet in a hurry.
“Yer, superstitious are ye…almost done.”
 “I’ll wait.”
I knew in his profession
he’d met believers like me…
…like my Irish Grandma
who taught me tiny hexes
bewares and not-to-dos
involving hats on beds
counting magpies
combs on the ground
and scattered tea leaves.
I loved her.
Now I wear Old Country wisdom
as amulets and charms
invisible and secret
except on those occasions
when I’m found out
by painters on high ladders.

Bonnie Marshall

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