Toujours Prêt

by Jennifer Wren Call

Meet my driver through life.
Toujours Prêt
No knobs. No dials. No panic brakes.
Just a seat. Facing forward.
Facing what comes.

Don't need controls.
Not because I’ve given up—
But because I’ve given in
to trust,
to presence,
to the quiet skill of showing up.

My instruments are internal:
Imagination for terrain.
Curiosity for velocity.
Compassion for passengers.
And wonder—always wonder—for the present.

True control?
It’s not holding the wheel.
It’s not needing one.

Toujours prêt.
Not to steer.
But to be.
toujours présent