Years ago, I was looking out the plane window,
Desultory. We had taxied and suddenly, as the plane turned
Before takeoff, I had a brief glimpse of exactly
What the pilot sees: the open runway, stretching away.
We aren’t often granted a clear vision of where we’re going.
We look out the side windows and see what is happening around us,
While we hurtle forward in time with trust and, perhaps, trepidation.
But those moments of clarity come.
Be watchful.
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