OK, friends
OK, winds and clouds
OK, hidden sliver of silver sun,
Silent magic snow, birds warbling at dusk —
I’m ready for that miracle
Ready for some brightness
that I didn’t make myself
Ready for some joyful laugh
to overwhelm the trembling cusp of sadness
Ready for that surprising gift
of simple presence
to move me from this place
to where I flow again
Swift cascade of river
Leaping homeward
Singing constant
through the night.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2012