in our steel boxes,
bound by the road
to a similar course,
each in a separate world
(a metaphor for how we move through life)
In each car, a mind,
each mind a mirror for the infinite,
each one a pool, unsearchable in depth,
and in each depth,
an ever-burning love
In each love, an endless store of strength,
a balance weight, a source of clear direction,
the thrilling, searing certainty
of being worthy, sovereign
So this is how we save the world,
not by riding up along the road,
but in the vertical connection
that holds us, perfect, to our source.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2015
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