I planted
by the light of low, puddly night clouds
reflecting back city lights in subtle pink
some little seedlings of connection
All night
while south wind blew the clouds
over the deep cuddle of my dreams
warmth grew, in orange and amber patches
buds of joy
So later in the day
after the morning’s tasks, the bright routines
the sturdy laughter with my lovely children
the solid circling of our family bond
the work, the play
Those seedlings I had planted caught my eye:
a patch of blooms thick as a pool
a fragrant summons — I could dive
into euphoria
any time I needed to.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 19, 2011