How can you describe the glimpsing of this truth?
You see it like a deer in the woods,
suddenly revealed by a shift in shadow,
Then it’s gone —
Gone to your eyes at least —
You know it’s there,
and if you focus in just right
you’re sure you’ll see it.
You see it like a color —
white-rimmed mauve upon the water,
flickering and disappearing
till you find its source
in the sunset sky
and then you see it
repeated in great swaths across the lake.
It’s like a snatch of song
So sweet and haunting to your inward ear
But which you can’t quite hum
because you don’t quite know it.
Wait. Be still. You’ve called for it
And so, in its time, it will come.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 19, 2013