There will be no pretending,
no playacting,
no terrified attempts
to be someone who knows
how to move, what to do,
what to decide.
There will be no more skittering
unmoored across the surface
of what calls itself our life,
no more posturing
in efforts to appear to be
someone who has arrived.
We are here.
(as clouds that momentarily disperse reveal)
We have been here for a long time
And we have always owned ourselves
And we know how to move
and what to do
and how to nourish things
and make them grow,
and how to bless,
how to be whole.
There will be no pretending,
for we are home.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2013