Day’s end, week’s end,
Projects’ projected end,
Cycles of synchronization —
We come around, begin again,
continuing creation

We graduate, we start anew,
We find new work, we gain new views,
Things come around,
Our roots reach out in darkness
for fertile ground

This day is poised, like swelling waves,
before the crest,
We wait to feel the crashing curl —
this moment’s test

This is the tumble
where we know for sure
that we’re alive,
This is the taste of life that feeds us,
This is how we thrive.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 18, 2014