Seems an awful precarious vessel
By which would flow
You, or any part of You.
Even my wonder at Your goodness is
Too unreliable, too simple.
Part of and maybe the magic is
You’re to be hoped in:
No matter our fragility
Lack of dependability
Whimpering, stinking inadequacy.
You and all Your
Tendrils of light keep
Teasing to hope.
It lasted what, maybe 15 seconds?
Those four times at the toll booths today.
In the scope of eternity
That’s not much
(If you’re counting time).
So not to make too much of it,
But the attendants’ calm, cool, professional collectedness
– and most of all the smile and the eye contact at the end –
And an unexpected stability crept in my car,
Sidled comfortably into my psyche.
Men and women fulfilling their role, in their place,
– temporary or not –
In those well done isolated moments
A centering solidarity
A happy empowering awareness
Folks working their shifts
Profoundly inspired me – in reminding me – to well-work my own.
Such a sturdy this-sphere’s-intact-and-life’s-going-forward posture
Set me better on my way.
Thanks for your part in paying it forward,
Whoever you are.