We slip through
changes like beaded curtains,
changes like painted landscapes —
dry ice steam rises
catching the colors of the lights —
We walk through,
find ourselves outside . . .

What has changed?
Values are inverted —
golds for purples,
shade for light,
soft light blue for tones of sunrise —
(Just the normal transmutations
of any day)

What has changed?
Unpredicted sunlight sifts through
the hair of boys in the cafe,
unexpected ease expands
moment by moment,
the old constraints replaced
each day a little more
by the positive assertion
of I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2014