Traversing once again
the thoughtscapes
we have created
and called the world,
I see so many fractured structures,
so many castles
that clearly are pretend,
the fabrications
of such manipulations
that what I find most hard to understand
is how we ever thought they’d hold our weight.
But wait —
Even now they are shifting
more clearly into dream
and we are still standing,
yet not on nothing,
So there must be
(and must have always been)
something here that holds us up,
some essential structure
that is not broken
and will sustain us still
when everything falls down.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2013