Trajectory

This going over and over
and over the same thing:
this vision revised and re-revised;
this situation confronted again and again
in the mind – like this
no no – in life –
like that.

perhaps we are the diamond drivers
sparkling in our cars
from behind windows
tinted with fear or hate or peace.

perhaps we bother too much
with the ripped ribbons, the
torn wrapping paper
and the dented box
to marvel at the real gift underneath.

let me leave them all behind –
the cars
the boxes
the visions and revisions

let me say to you
one soul to another
an equal
always and forever

may the Great Being who sees all
knows all
guides all
be with you
regardless of whether I am
or not.