From flashes in the corner of my eye
I start to sense
that what I operationally
have called reality
is completely fluid,
unanchored as water —
Which helps explain
the many times I’ve fallen through
when leaning into something
that I thought was real.
What I have called reality
is as fluid as thought
and changes just as deftly
as a dream —
Not only in the sense of what is now,
but also in my thought
of everything that’s gone before
Fluid as thought
And anchored only in the forces
that control its waves
that weave the grand and languid dance
that nothing stops —
Each impulse’s momentum
playing out its power
Nothing forgotten
in the rolling course of life.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2013