12.13.14

I don't believe in luck, but numbers fascinate me,
never changing properties, dependable and solid.
Learn one process, you have got it till the day you
die,;you never have to learn it yet again, just plug
in different integers and off you go.
Twelve-thirteen-fourteen will not come around
in sequence on the calendar until a century has passed,
too many years for me to last, too many chances are)
for you. So will today be lucky? For a few, no doubt. With
all the billions on the earth, the odds are good that one
or two will win the lottery or fall in love or find out
from the doctor they are cured. Will others rue the day
for all the heartache that it brought? Believe it.
One day's like another, bringing sunshine on us all.
Or rain. Our luck is made when we decide to splash
through all the puddles rather than becoming gloomy
as the sky. But luck is not the word, now, is it?



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014