In the space between our palms
(our fingers clasped,
our slightly swinging arms
familiar and enchanting as we walk along)
In the space between our palms
there is a world
Contained, enclosed, but infinite
in its scale
Planets glide around small stars
Warm energy converges in the center
And messages can be conveyed
across the sphere
Not words, not anecdotes
not concepts and conclusions
not tasks or resolutions
but something better
The simple joy of being here.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2012