Has To Be

Has to Be

“Why is that bird screeching? Has it nowhere else to go?”

I ask this out of pure curiosity to Mother,

As we walk along.

Together.

She turns, smiles wide, answers within her eyes.

“Oh, my silly girl, there may be many reasons why the bird chirps like so.

I dare say it is because it chirps alone.”

And along we walk to nowhere in Particular.

“Mother, how did that flower grow ever so tall?”

We were in a field now, in admiration for the beauty of it all.

“My blossom, my love, it didn’t start tall. It grew from a seed, nothing more.”

And along we walk to nowhere in particular.

“Mother,”

I speak finally, peering up at her with both reverence and a nagging question.

“Where is it we are going?”

Our curiosity has taken us to a small, wooden bridge.

She stops walking.

Our eyes rest on the greenery at the other side of the bridge.

“One can only hope to know the answer.”

And along we walk together. With purpose in every step.