I seek an education of ripples,
of boats, of geese with goslings,
a blowing through me of sweet June wind
whereby I may be informed

The afternoon hums with people
and the chorus of suburban machines
thrashing at grass, at hedges,
Flotsam of the day, fallen in the slow river,
floats down

I am not confused
but something is unfinished —
something asking me to pray.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2014