About Lady Luck Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night
when the hours begin to bore all of us
in our heads
like worms i told my students about
Lady Luck, oh
she is beautiful and scented and
soft skinned and
black haired with eyes as clear as
a pond and
hands as comforting as the voice
of mother
that when she comes she enters the door
of your house
without knocking and proceeds to your
room to bring you
the big news of your life and she hands you
success and money and fame
even honor and
a good name

and they were all amazed
their mouths wide gaping and asking for more
about her

Lady Luck
and they all love her and all the boring hours went away
like hot water seeping on
the dusty carpet of the room

what they do not know is this:
i never like her and she never like me too
and that i once told her
go away i do not need you
and i cannot love you

my heart is heavy of course
paddling my way towards an island
a castle separated by a moat
using my own hands
my own
faith.