We walk, we work
Side by side,
We sleep against each other,
We strive, each in our own domain,
for mastery

We tell our dreams
Stride by stride,
Give counsel to each other,
We circle in our separate thoughts
and then come back

What images, he asks,
will fill your poem today?
Will it be light through leaves,
bare feet on grass,
thick chocolate at the bottom
of a paper cup?
Could be, I smile, could be —
Throw them all in,
See what comes up.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2014