As luck would have it

As luck would have it, it takes the end of the world for me to crawl out from under the rock I have been dwelling in. The sun is out and tanning my ankles. The tunes are softly blaring. The neighbors barbecue whits through he air and dances in the wind.
The fresh air recently washed by heavy rain storms danced through the spoon wind-chime. Flower vines slowly creep up the wall by the kitchen window and tomatoes ripen in the sun. the perfume from the plants feeds me.
The words tumble awkwardly from my lips like rocks from a landslide prone cliff. Precariously perched only held by insignificant particles of sand until the wind blows or a bird perches just so, and then sometimes one at a time, or all together, tumble, crash roar… the one that takes down the hillside, no matter what trees or houses may be in the path.
My words, when they are held too long are not smoothly eroding. When they are held in they fester and grow into disastrous , rapid monologues that can wipe out villages. For this reason I have begun to write… to ease the process and hopefully prevent tragedy.
As luck would have it, it takes the end of the world to revive me. Even if this is the only day, or the last day it should be a good one. Every day should be a good one. I have forgotten that. And that is a slippery slope, one that I was on the wrong end of… either top or bottom, it is the wrong end.
So here I sit. Clean, fresh, walked, accomplished. The dog has been walked, the cat has been to the vet, The shower has been taken and lunch has been had.
As luck would have it the confession turns into a realization, more profound than the thing most longed for. So unexpected. And so right. As luck would have it, when a routine is broken new seeds spring up everywhere. I can see them sprouting already and in so many corners that have been neglected. It is like the dust there has nourished them and with a little like and rain they are blooming into rich plants.
Soon they will nourish me and shade me. I will rest in the soft grass below these new plants. Much better than being under a rock, especially one of my own making.
As luck would have it, the last day before the end of the world is my first in ages.