Things come together
Sometimes it only takes
a few extra hands
to wrestle the springy withes
into place, to get them to
the latching interlocking
where suddenly the boughs
support each other and become
a basket, or a shelter
Sometimes it takes
holding a gaze long enough
that there can be no doubt:
This smile is meant for you
This welcome
recognizes you
Yes, you
with joy
for what you are
Things come together
Efforts of days
Sproutings of far-flung hopes
unfurling daily:
The fruits of your sweet intentions
nourish your soul.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2013