A moment to reflect
on what we've been neglecting.
The road signs passed in favor of
speed,
direction,
of need
to get there,
or here,
but where?
Where were we going
these last few years?
Career-chasing,
shoe-lacing for a race
where the real victors
are paralyzed at the starting line.
And in the silent distance
horizon lines relax into a sunrise glow
of the instant;
Sky and ocean connected
where god stopped crying.
And I believe
these clarities are everywhere.
I believe
epiphanic songs
are just down the dial.
I believe
simple truths
remains roadside, unfetched,
every mile.