After the Effort

waves

OK. Breathe deep.
Sigh of release.

Back from the surge of exertion
fall
the elements of me —
falling to rest,
falling to quiet.

In a while there will be little stirs —
What has this meant?
How have I changed?
(though for now I’m less than eager
to inquire)

Maybe who I am
is the feeling of the movement
and of the stillness,
not as a form that moved and stopped
but as the impulse
in and of itself,
as active in the stillness as the racing,
as undescribed as waves
thundering home.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2014

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