A Night Journey

A Poem for the Two of Us I went in search of LUCK today. I looked first in my apartment. I even moved furniture to look closely in out-of-the-way places it might be hiding. Nothing. So I went outside, and walked over the soft grass, intensely green from rain. A row of trees and bushes stretched into the thickening darkness, and and the night-purple sky spread overhead like a richly colored Persian carpet. I saw two people, young and clearly happy in each other's company. They sat very close, and their silence was the eloquence of true love. "Hey, guys, " my voice invaded their silence. "Have you seen any trace of LUCK nearby? " They looked puzzled, but the girl said, "Why do we need luck when we have each other? " I hope she saw my smile, as I withdrew... I walked along a darkening path, a tree swelled out of the shadows, and on a long branch sat a dozen finches. Two had already buried their heads in sleep, others ruffled and combed their feathers. The sight of their calm made me abandon my search for LUCK. I saw an elderly couple walking slowly side by side. They did not see me: they were looking into each other's faces, no doubt searching for secrets they alone shared. I left them in their private peace... The air was stillheavy with the day's extreme heat. Had not all the creatures already surrendered to sleep? Animals and people alike were now prepared to dream their passage into morning. Before I can join them I must bring closure to my search for LUCK. Perhaps LUCK is not a thing we can hold, even mold into what we think we need. LUCK is rather a mood that friendship creates and sustains. It is not an event, it is a series of actions that promote joy and hope.