Standing,
Perfectly angled toward a star.
The line of visible light
In the invisible air.
I have had this image in my mind for four days now and I keep thinking.
Then I got a call from my sister.
My sister told me a story. The story of her day. She expanded on one moment a bit more than the rest, walking past her nativity scene--a glaring reminder. One missing wiseman. For one Christmas the set was complete, but due to somewhat foggy circumstances the wiseman lost his way. She searched everywhere for it, ebay, her house; it was a lost cause. No one was making it and no one was selling.
On a whim I looked around on the internet a bit for the wiseman, finding him too quickly. I was sure it must not be true, but it was him. My bid runs out in thirty minutes. I continually check to see the status of bidding.
My repeating image continues. Maybe we will all find our way in time.