My longings set out first
some weeks ago, like clouds
wandering upon some wind
looking for the stream to bring them
where they wished
My thoughts came next
More efficient, they immediately
found themselves home
attended to the things they needed
word empowered, neatly ordered
Finally, my body makes the trek
It’s slow, but it’s learning
It can’t quite fly like longings
or just be there, like thoughts
Today, through flights and waiting
it makes its way
No longer a delicate package
prone to discomfort
which has to be managed
No longer an egg
with liquid insides that get shaken
My body is learning
to stream free in Spirit
to move with the currents
that move all the elements
Not yet proficient at getting there quickly
Still it will find its way home.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2012