I will fly up quickly,
pressing my open parts forward
for maximum contact
against my source,
against the light that calls me,
that owns me,
that I know is mine
I will take in,
until the point of saturation,
all that bright liquid joy,
until it drips,
streams from me,
and I’m held at the quick
of the wick of non-consuming flame
that quenches every thirst
I will raise my arms
and turn outward
to see how we all have risen —
Liquid stars that call each other
bracingly
across the intimacy
of boundless space.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 14, 2013