When the whole story falls away
sloughed off
like the great side of a glacier
tumbling down with crashing echoes,
the silence that arises afterwards
will hold a clear and crystal space
in which the warble of a bird
will thrill
and in the faint glacial dust
that keeps dispersing,
some very fresh taste to the air —
and our eyes
will soften
and we’ll see a new light
in all the faces
and in every dewdrop
and in every life.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2011
(Background Music: Isaac Shepard, “unattainable desire”)