Much of the arc
seeks its course in darkness,
following the force of its curve
without seeing
where or when or if
it will connect —
the imperative of its essence
felt in its presence,
though the full circle
has not been grasped

When it reaches completeness —
touches its own —
and the circuit is closed,
the light is sudden
(This, this is what I am!)
And some things that seemed impossible
can suddenly be done
And the unfathomable
comes brightly clear.
In that moment,
quick as the click of an opening door,
everything changes
and you go through.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 16, 2014