Opening

It wasn’t an obvious change

Not like signal flags strung up a mast

Each letter’s pattern flapping brightly

Not like an avalanche
Taking down half a mountainside
Not like a rite of passage
Attended by ceremony and celebration
Process and resolve, 
Admonition and attention
Just a small door that was there all along 
Now quietly unlocked.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2011



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