I.
Although I know
that story is a tool
with which to carve
the potent wave of feelings
and stir and move emotions
along the course the story indicates
Today
Let me not try
to carve them
Let me not define
with story
what it is I feel
Let the weather go through me
the rain
the strong wind
that which beats against
the inside of my eyes
And let me be
like a field
that takes in rain
lets it spread deep into the roots
Compels the sudden bloom
of countless flowers.
II.
I once said,
to be without a story
is to be without a home
and you have to go and live
in someone else’s story
a supporting character
who sleeps on their couch
and drinks their leftover coffee
before they wake up
brown ring on the cup
no choice of your own
but now I see
To live without a story
is to live
on the edge that is always unfolding
with new surprises
A story you’ve never heard before.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2011