I was never the navigator at all.
The twisting and turning
Deciding between the roads not taken
And the trails already blazed…
It was and never has been
The real journey.
Seeing, as I do, and always have
From only this one place…
How could I ever have wanted it?
Except that I do.
I still do want to chart this course.
That is the real journey:
Lifting my hands up from this wheel.
Lifting my eyes up from that map.
Realizing that the vantage point was never really
Perspective at all.
It is a hard discipline.
But beneath that
There is this:
Your good love for me.