After flying, lungs long to fill again
with that heady inrush of sky
Arms log to carve again
those pillows of cushioning air
To guide the swoop down billows
their own curvature defines.
After humming, heart longs
to hum again
To be connected in the greater flow
To feed the larger pulse
and be fed by a beat beyond itself
Longs to nurture every hope
To say yes to every call for reassurance
Longs to orchestrate
a grand cradling
a deep release
a hallowed hush.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2011
July 16, 2011