To arrive
at a destination and still
be in awe after trials and
time; to know that the true
journey is greater; to see the place as
part of the story, but watch the story
live itself without need of a
scene; to scribble behind the script being
written, hear the hum of the silvery
soundtrack, be pressed by
prompts that direct me, blink at the marvelous
movement rising up and around
in the crisp new colors and shifting
forms of my experience: destinations
dot my inner horizon, but there has only
ever been one
moment, and it is
this one.
