Words still crash upon the surface
though my attention is beneath
and my intention is for peace
and I don’t want to make this process
harder than it needs to be
But I will not be moved
I must insist
The line you cross
I must resist
You can’t just toss
all of this
to the abyss . . . .
This will be my discipline: I’ll wait
be careful not to outline or anticipate
the thrusts and feints of some imagined game
Instead I’ll hold the calm
that stretches out beyond
the quarrel of the moment to the wider plain
where who we are
and who we want to be
are one
and all the stridency
is done.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 22, 2011