The Journey to Our Becoming

That I may play a small part
in your unfolding

maybe we only meet eyes and smile
as you drive past

but it matters.

Strangers kaleidoscoping out of view
at light speed,

you must take
a careful look

or the splendor of
two strange jewels
rubbed together

is no more
than a clandestine affair
between a few hues

and the true picture
never comes into focus.
 
Permanence breeds
meaning
or at least it used to.

Waking up to the day
we all notice
this was never
really
what was
going on.

In this electrified landscape of seismic
shifting and displaced
ideals

the small things
matter,

because the last person
you ignored
would have been
the first to save you.

We always look for heroes
in the sky.

By contrast,
all the most magical people I know

are completely grounded.

So I give each new day a spin
take a peek in
and as my reflection fractals
and falters

colliding with a broader
scope of mind

I smile at each stranger who passes by
trying to convey through my eyes

that I will remember.