An honest answer

Does it help
when I don't walk
under a ladder tomorrow?

Answers seem to be prettier in the moonlight
than during breakfast, when the bright day

leaves the sleepy poets drawing blanks,
places obstacles on our sneak routes 
and provokes it's followers to a shaky superstition

Does it help
when I don't walk
under a ladder tomorrow?

You think that the universe is after you, digs metaphysic
pitfalls and black holes for you,

You think that you can exorcize the unrest with a question
that delays our last morning hour

and keeps us at the table, makes us eat
until your impending departure.

I give you
an honest answer:
No dear, I'm afraid not.