Do you want me to tell you where the raindrops go when the sun shines bright and yellow busses are watery sidewalk reflections occasionally destroyed by bright red rubber boots?
Do you want me to explain deliberate cruelties, large and small? Thoughtless words. Torture and war. Poisons scattered without regard to outcome.
Do you want to understand that I have not done enough good so far in this life? Shall I rest easy in my discontent, knowing I never will because I value my own time too much to give it away generously?
Do you want me to explain how children are assigned parents and parents their children? Do you want to understand how lucky accidents brought me to you and you to me?
Do you want to understand why sometimes we hurt our children and they us and that, despite all that, as long as we keep trying--pressing forward in our traces, leaving deep footprints in the mud--we have succeeded if only in a small way? Small changes can grow great and buds turn to flowers and we wait for the bloom that becomes us.
Do you want me to explain the unexplainable, to know the unknowable or can we be content to sit and rest in the uncertainties of life, side by side on that grand old porch swing watching the flowers blossom, coaxing bees back home with borage and buttercups, cajoling them into producing that yellow sunshine that we will use to sweeten our tea while we watch the reflections of yellow school busses knit themselves back into something whole and recognizable and true?
This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was lucky.