As we walked toward the light,
The things we were holding
in our hands
began to melt —
Intricacies of dreams,
Specifications,
Things we thought were so important
to convey,
Histories we felt
distinguished and defined us —
Rolling down our fingers —
Bright trailing drips —
We felt the coolness
of air on wet skin,
Swift intake of breath
at the freshness
As we,
Now empty-handed,
Reached our arms
into the glad embrace
of our whole
wild
unrecorded
being.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2012