Spirit is the wave on which I ride
from which I carve the cleft
of liquid light
that arcs across my sight and dazzles me
makes me feel
the dew beside my eyes
and in my lashes
taste the spray
on lips and tongue
and breathe a shuddered breath
of piercing joy
Each arc returns
in rippled splash
to the commanding wave
Each moment carves new definition
So the arc continues
the infinite responding to my presence
overwhelming liquid power
showers me
A blessing that I can’t
hold in my hands.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2011