A God Poem
In honor of all those who traveled the airways and roadways to Texas, and for the thousands we represented, I offer these words.
A simple thing, really, but one that bounces along the outline of thoughts
Like shiny, silver balls from a youthful pinball machine
Careening against tiles and crashing into glass until unexpectedly,
The ball stops.
But in the two-second interval until propelled motion engages,
In a holy fraction of time, five letters intervene,
A single space and period join two words that shift the pattern,
Refocus the thoughts, redirect the outline until
B follows A and the complex becomes uncomplicated.
A simple thing, really.
Easily overlooked in the perpetual pursuit of difficulties
And magnification of mental acrobatics.
Leapfrogging from quip to idea to solution,
Ever striving for that elusive answer.
Here, there, around this corner, under that rock?
Easy to forget that simple thing.
We are complete; an impenetrable force field of good,
A design for living that transcends all thought, rises above mere thinking.