Yellow
we were going through a yellow light
a car was waiting at the red
he beeped his horn as we sailed through it
neither slamming on the brakes or the accelerator
tuned to the experience of his passengers
providing comfort without sacrificing our safety.
a king serves prosperity
he makes lateral moves,
never trapped by false ideas of limitation
he has multiple plans at the ready.
and oh
I used to miss it
the opportunity to remark
on the nuance of a leader in his element—
did I even observe it,
clouded by my own pride?
the way I was always
protecting myself?
Now I cannot hold it in
"damn, what a move."
the nutrient goes in
we touch it
recognition lights it
that exquisite attunement,
how it's always
here and now.