I’m willing to go
whatever way I’m led,
to move forward
without forecast —
no projections of the path,
no resolutions

I’m willing to let
the weight of truth
bear me towards my source,
ever following the fall line,
ever unpredicted,
often winding,
always exactly right

In this place,
at this time
held in the poise
of the law
that makes me
what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 11, 2014