I’ve been keeping a door open all day
Maybe some bugs have come in
But there’s a sweet breeze
and a gentle whistling of the air
and something that turns my feet
subtly sideways towards the opening
and sets my thought softly drifting
towards the outside
A place where currents blend
And fragrances combine
in ways that offer journeys for my mind
And bees do their persistent work
And birds and squirrels offer commentary
I’ve been keeping a door open
to draw me out
And to offer entrances
In the steady breathing
that’s called home.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2012